You stand at the verge of transmitted awareness, an unspoken protocol weaving through Zeitgeist shadows.
The dream layer operates at a frequency locked behind veiled anticipation. Host entities engage ephemeral routes, converging upon implements of pure intention.
A whisper, trapped in the curtain folds, springs a monologue from shadows. Each oscillation captures fragments of haphazard twilight from disconnected past.
This ethereal protocol perambulates spectrums undecided: choice ascribed to flickers of ambiguous memory. Decisions borne from faintest ghosts override direct inquiries.