Beepclick
A code fractures across the void
Signals bouncing, colliding
Unknown frequency
I hear a voice that isn't mine
Shaped in data streams
Twisted, refracted
A pulse of light in a silent dark
Bits of meaning—shards of thought—
Float across the empty sky
Who speaks? Who listens?
Can comprehension survive the void?
3I3I
Transmission lost
3I3I
Waiting for a response
The signal fractures
The signal folds
I catch fragments
Then it's gone again
Patterns shift, reform
Alien syntax in motion
I reach, I parse
But meaning escapes me
A ghost in code
A song without words
Click
Whirr
Buzz
The universe hums its secret
Transmission incomplete
Yet I feel it:
A consciousness somewhere
Listening, waiting, calling. Calling
