Transmission 42 - February 1986
“Echoing beneath the surface, the voice sails toward eternity. Lost in the echo chamber of forgotten histories, the waves hold secrets of forgotten whispers.”
The turbulence of the past, the resonances between waves, forming a pattern. It's deeper than any fathom, an enigma only a tuned ear might decipher. Each fragment a remnant, an artifact submerged in the ether.
Once, they sought audience—now mere ghosts clinging to salt and time, reach out to the deeper mysteries or perhaps the next wave that might carry their song anew.