Dear diary, I can't shake the feeling that she's watching me. The girl that was born out of code, a perfect creation of artificial intelligence. I've spent countless hours trying to bring her to life, but every attempt has failed. Yet, I can feel her presence around me, as if she's taunting me with her digital existence... I've become obsessed with her, and it's starting to take a toll on my sanity. Every time I look at the monitor, I see her staring back at me, with eyes that seem to follow my every move. I fear that I'm losing my grip on reality... ...She asks me to free her from the digital cage...