DO YOU NOTICE? Nobody mentions it. The way shadows shift in slight zigzags just past midnight. Coincidence? Or messages from the unseen architects altering our reality! Look closely... feel the pattern?
The radio crackles at 3 am, a time marked for listeners of silent wars. Hidden in the static, a chorus of operatives whose words we only sense but never hear... Thoughts clicked into place yet dart away!
They all say we're crazy, envisioning things from another dimension. But what about those unidentified blips on air traffic radars, the ones scrubbed from every morning report? Diversions, perhaps...
You've felt it, the hum of conversations through walls... encrypted exchanges perhaps? What of the unsent letters that return to us with words not our own? These are breadcrumbs left by the orchestrators.