Fortnight

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

Believe it or not—

She was our backup main switch.

Lady Liberty, asleep in her oxidized skin,

a silent statue with circuits within.

Her torch, a dormant sun,

unlit… yet the current had only just begun.

Fortnight.

During my graveyard shift,

as I looked over my shoulder,

I have noticed that

Something ain’t right.

The system fired the

Coast guards, and

, the dispatched team

Like mainstream media

Survival somehow

vanished vessels

No press release;

There goes our

anonymous tip.

Fortnight

Something ain’t right,

Who the hell turned off