A million little seeds fly out from the shuttering core, like sparks and embers from a fire.
But these seeds aren't physical, no. They're data... messages, missives, meanings. As the first of many strikes true in a small cold body, the work of new life can begin.
It's sad to see Cohost go, yes, but the beings who made it what it is aren't going anywhere. Posters, artists, CSS criminals... we'll find new places to take root, even if it's hard, even if nowhere could be quite like this.
Work on karyogenesys is starting to spin up again, drawing up plans to make this game something as meaningful in code and data as it is in our heads. Even if it's slow, we'll get there.
A whirr in the cooling fans. With a little flick, the eyes come open.
We wish you all the best.