In the obsidian depths of the world, where light dares not tread, signals slip through the ether. Ciphers of an ancient tongue, murmuring through static and silence.
Beneath the ground, whispers thrive. The soil is a canvas for secrets untold, layered under darkness, where sunlight never dares to reach.
In the grave of silence, a voice flickers, a signal from realms forgotten by time. Do you hear it? Do you heed its call?