It's been days since I've slept.
My world is a gossamer half-life between dawn and dusk.
Every moment,
every day,
devoted to this secondhand radio.
Scanning stations,
obsessively listening to nothing but static,
hoping to hear anything.
And then
I did
Clearly the same signal,
but no longer binary,
no worries.
I can't tell what this message says.
no worries.
It's distinct,
noticeably different from the first recording
I managed to steal from the aether.
I don't have the capacity to unravel it.
I can only grasp at the filaments of meaning,
and cut my hands to shreds,
as I try to squeeze clarity from them.
(Files attached from Decay Log: “Images” and deemed “Non-Anomalous Images” by Tesseract Agent Codename: SignalSam)
(File attached from Decay Log: “Videos” and deemed “Non-Anomalous Possible Cypher Video” by Tesseract Agent Codename: SignalSam)