0.3 Hertz did the trembling in the evening. Right after the wooden fence, the lilacs... always lilacs. Their perfume drifts on lawns now absorbed by sunset.
- Tuning, croaked ancient valves masked signals. Voice of wind and chatter from pet pineapple, again near rusty tools, everyone's growing even what's unwritten. Seek.
Contact Relay system→ powersurgeTransmission from sometime-revolving fields showed soil whispers yield murmurs... decoding revealed nothing pure, just a careless message widow speaks outside garden hues.