I have a memory.
After I gave up Destroying, I fell into some kind of crazy depression?? I would moments where I spent days laying on the floor of the Antivoid and stare at my collection, not doing anything. Just. Existing. Glitching. Not even thinking. I remember there was one month where it got pretty bad. I don't remember how long I had been there, doing that. Time was weird in the Antivoid. But then this rainbow asshole was standing over me, looking down at me with a green oval eyelight and a purple diamond eyelight. He had his goofy fucking smile on his face, the one that makes me melt inside. He tried to pull me up but I just flopped back. I wouldn't talk to him. He said a lot but I don't remember any of it. I remember he flopped back down onto my stomach and rambled on and on even though I wasn't paying attention. After a while, I started responding and chuckling.
It's a bittersweet memory but I owe a lot to my Ink, I guess.