Transmission 000
“I didn’t disappear. I just logged out.”
Fragments from the archive. She edits reality; the rest of us cope. Read the logbook, decode the transmissions, and don’t stare at the tower too long.
“I didn’t disappear. I just logged out.”
Wet footprints. A missing hour. The same song on five radios at once.
Static density spikes at 03:12. Voices under the carrier wave.