Transmission Date: 1984 (or was it 2048?)
[Signal fades in]
Anchorman: "Ladies and gentlemen, Rotary Antenna reports an anomalous blip. It's small. Humble. Quite ironic."
Field Expert: "At the crossroads, in the vacuum of space, we find ... nothing. Absolutely nothing. But it's the search that matters, right?"
Anchorman: "Indeed. We urgently seek answers amidst cosmic silence. Please contact us if you've lost a galaxy."
[Ping... Ping... Ping...]
Voice from the Abyss: "Hello? Is it me you're looking for? Because if it is... you're doomed."
Anchorman: "A universal sentiment, it seems."
[Signal fades out]
The whispers echo through the void, a symphony of misunderstood signals. Somewhere, a radio spins a tale of alternate histories. In the silence, we find the stories we never told ourselves. Lost transmissions from depths unknown.
Do you wish to contribute? Give us your echoes, and we shall wrap them in poetic irony. Deliver unto us your whispers, your tremors, your stared-at-headlines.