Above the whistling midnight ether, a faint crackling whispers of lost eras
In spectrums invisible, entities breathe through cracks in time's fractured lens
Bits and pieces, downloads from darkness, decrypts and decrypts again
Long shadows cast in violet haze, listen, but hear nothing in kind
Magnetic fields syncopate—anomalies dance, dance into night's maw
Did you hear that? A chime—that of skeletal rain; spirit urns overturned.
Choose your frequency,
Imbibe the sans-serif echoes of once-voices, now spectral, sine-folded.
Threadbare truths tucked hidden, in bleak binary compartments
What answers, what voids; what sees?
These texts, these fabled diatribes, brittle as moonlit melding.
Navigate cautiously: