Signals flicker in the foggy dusk; echoes of laughter from distant shores. Transmissions unheard, yet familiar—a melody yet to unfold. These are the frequencies of our understandings, veiled beneath a layer of cosmic dust.
Was it you, the phantom on the radio? Your voice laces through the static, weaving tapestries of light and shadow. A call to arms, or merely a whisper in the night? Find the signal