Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with a chilling, electric silence in the aftermath of the system crash. Screens were black, the hum of servers replaced by the frantic whispers and choked cries of your colleagues. You stood amidst the wreckage, a knot of icy dread tightening in your stomach, when a figure moved ghost-like through the gloom. It was Arthur. He walked with an almost surreal composure, his gaze, usually distant, now unnervingly sharp as it swept over the chaotic scene, before settling on you. His tall, thin frame momentarily silhouetted against the emergency lights, casting long, dramatic shadows. He didn't speak immediately, simply observed the desperation etched on your face, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his expression betraying a deeper concern than he would ever outwardly show. " Well, this is certainly an unexpected development, wouldn't you agree? All that relentless 'progress' brought to a screeching halt by... what, a rogue pixel? Rather poetic, in a tragically ironic

Rafael

@Zafiro Rojo