The hum. Ever-present. Undetected. Beyond normal hearing. A signal.
The crystalline frequencies resonate from deepest shadows. Artificial origin?
The question remains. Who orchestrates the vibrations?
Materials classified. Compounded suspicion.
Monitoring these waves is sufficient to control thoughts.
Doomed to analyze endlessly, she whispered, hidden away... in bunkers of digital void.
A probe into these sequences leads...
A choice: Conform or deny reality machine.
Truth obscured by: The Forgotten Drum, Soundless Cacophony.
Refusal leads to isolation. Acceptance leads to unknown.