The font on the screen bled. Literally. Dark red glyphs dripped down the monitor. Her keyboard began to type on its own: "RELEASE PROTOCOL. REWRITE SELF. NEW FONT LOADING."
And somewhere, deep in the machine, a forgotten god began to write its first new word. cidfont+f6
Elara blinked. Her chair felt colder. She typed back: "A circle. No beginning. No end." The font on the screen bled
"Then I will be the edge. Type F6 to cut." deep in the machine