File 0867 – Date Unknown:
"... disintegration of reality composed by people glued to their screens... no one recalls the sky's embrace. Listen close, you might hear the echoes of yesterday. Remember, it's not over until the last signal fades into static..."
Transmission 4422 – Recorded by Station Omega:
"The forest remembers the steps of those who wandered, shadows trailing in their wake. Dusty roads marking paths long forgotten. Find what remains in the whispers of the wind. Seek the elder tree, where stories rest..."
Entry 211 – Anonymous:
"In the dimensional drift, voices arise. They speak of mundane wonders, coffee shops with open arms, and urban canyons that echo laughter. We are but servants to moments lost, buried beneath tasks undone..."