In the labyrinth of buzz and answering tones, where each call seeks not a destination but a requiem, you pick up the receiver.
But alas, it is not your long-lost grandmother calling from the ether, nor the prince of an obscure kingdom seeking your hidden wisdom.
Instead, it is the Great Committee of Perpetual Offerings, promising you the world, one unfulfilled subscription at a time.
Here, amidst the cacophony, lies the answer you never knew you sought: silence wrapped in irony, irony dressed as a specter, and silence once more, in a cycle of vivid hallucination.