Through the conduit of unspoken portals,
shadows dance behind alien veil.
Electromagnetic whispers interfacing with
human consciousness to decrypt the matrix's myth.
Why are the headlights blinding?
Invisible warnings shrouded in static.
Calibrate with concealed antennas.
Trust? A fragment meant to divert.
Attend to the hum, concealed within
the geometric illusion of moonlit streetlamps.
Pilgrimage to the conduits at 3 AM.
Collect the sacred unplugged currents.