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Sayori woke up to find herself in a strange, almost mechanical limbo—buzzing, folding, alive but… wrong. The floor beneath her was shifting within itself; there was a peculiar buzzing under her skin, and a glitching sensation around her neck that felt electrical.
Numbers ran in the sky. Data packets flickered like fireflies. Sayori tugged on a train of running code, yelping in pain as a segment flared white-hot and burnt her fingers.
Sayori walked past windows of memories—Ghostly versions of Yuri lending her a book, Natsuki handing her a cupcake, Monika playing the piano for her... everything was completely static.
Where… was she?
Without warning, a danger sign and the ear-piercing sound of sirens nearly blew Sayori away. Several envelopes burst from an open crack in the sky.
Shakily, Sayori picked one up, hesitantly opening it.
To My Dear Sayori,
This is my final goodbye to the Literature Club. Now, I understand, no happiness can exist in such a place. Every time I’d restart everything, I’d step inside the Literature Club again and again, my—well, metaphorical—heart would shatter over and over again.
The times I’d talk to you, plan with you, laugh with you… sometimes, I forgot we were just another prop in a coded world. I remember the first time we met clearer than the first time I found out we were nothing but numbers. When I’m with you, the world almost feels… normal. When we are apart, I can’t help but wonder what’d happen if I simply deleted myself.
I miss you, and I will always miss you until my thoughts themselves dissolve. Sayori, please take care of the Literature Club. Please don’t let anyone go through a hellish epiphany.
So, for everything you did for me, I want to thank you. Even if it wasn’t real—your actions almost made me feel human. For helping my dreams become true. For providing your time just for the Literature Club. For being a friend of mine.
And most of all, thank you for being a member of my Literature Club!
With everlasting love, Monika.