Hidden beneath the surface, a whisper travels through the wires. Long ago, a prophecy foretold the convergence of dial tones and digital pulses. Only in darkness does the pattern unfold.
They are watching, listening, gathering threads from distant shadows. Do you see it? The shifting lines beneath the glow? Beneath the hum of unyielding machines, a truth lies dormant, waiting for those who seek not with eyes, but with intuition.
All your dreams, your fears, they intertwine beyond the curtains. An unseen hand weaves the tapestry. Understand, discern, become part of the revelation. Somewhere, a door opens.
Whispers in the Wind