Whispers from the Unknown

Hey there, you're probably wondering if this even means anything. Honestly, it could say "banana" for all anyone knows. Out here, in the bits and bytes, everything decays into whispers.

But maybe there's a secret buried under the sand, halfway between the ordinary late afternoon and the songs played by static on the radio. Listen closely. Often, you hear what isn't there.

Decode or don't. The choice flickers like a dying bulb.