"You ever wonder how long it takes for a message to slip through the cracks of time? I guess it doesn't matter much when you're listening to the waves."
A faint whir of machinery, ops flashing warnings that no one seems to understand anymore. Echoing around in circles, round and round. Repeat?
Do you smell that? Like salt and static electricity, tinged with the scent of old books. Someone must've left a window open in the library of forgotten things. Dust settles differently under the sea...
"Transmission 344D: All systems go. Except for the ones that don't. Remember to breathe, remember to sleep. Someone is always watching, or maybe just listening... Clockwork."
Do you hear them too? The ancient voices, echoing off the walls of our minds. Maybe we should respond, or maybe we should ignore. Sometimes silence speaks the loudest.