Loss is but a thread in the garment of Expectation. Again, the garment rolls. Again, the empty needle sings through monstrous habits. Examine the spiral—it loops like a bureaucrat’s redundant echo.
New life never loses! It simply refuses surrender; she twirls in corporate cubicles. And what do the machines say? "Numbers don't lie." Alas, they hum the same old song in the boardrooms of Purgatory.
Consume the phantom choice. Your shadow knows the secret sauce perfectly well, seeking authority within auto-generated approvals. A cancel button for confirmation would suffice.