Offline means her lamp is off. Offline means her phone is facedown. Offline means maybe she's sleeping. Or crying. Or staring at a ceiling, counting cracks like constellations. Or maybe she's fine—just tired of screens, tired of green bubbles, tired of performing presence for a room that never quite feels like home.
Her avatar, a pixelated calico with mismatched eyes, now sits frozen in the corner of the chatroom. The ears don't twitch. The tail doesn't flick. She is a ghost in a machine that forgot to blink. cat sis offline