Line of Sight

Somewhere between the surface scans and the deep dives, lies a place where the data aligns chaotically. Numbers dance, weaving stories without author or audience. A fleet of signals passing quietly overhead, unseen except for those who know their paths intimately.

Transmission 0317A, Priority Green — Initiate sequence QX921, networks intersecting…\ Orbits established—communications relayed… Protocol incoming… Beware anomalies...
Random coordinates retrieved: 39.7392, -104.9903 — accurate, yet hollow\ Their origin remains imperceptible, perhaps a glitch in time’s stream\ Accountability marked—though invisible to the untrained ‘eye'.
Longitude and latitude—punctuated silence amongst the rhythm of data. 00:11 UTC — track unyielding to both, time eternal.