Tune in to the static transmission:
"Bzzzt... The fish have formed unions, protesting the lack of Wi-Fi... Bzzzzt... The rocks refuse to budge, citing ancient grievances... Bzzzzt... Water flows like time, elusive and buffered, lost in digital realms... Bzzzzt..."
Ironically, the river's flow resembles our inboxes — overflowing yet empty, communicating only in echoes and ripples.
"Bzzzzt... The water wheel turns, generating content for the ever-hungry algorithm... Bzzzzt..."