Filed by Raine Solara, whispering instead of reporting.
There were no broadcasts.
No music from the Basement.
No footsteps in the ballroom.
Even the alien-cats didn’t purr.
The Retreat went quiet.
WTTQ’s signal went cold, usually flickering like a moth in moonlight.
Instead of news, listeners heard:A single low hum, like a heartbeat in a vacuum.
The occasional voice fragment: “…not supposed to be here…”
A pause.
Then silence again.
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Rachel in her Pope demonstration |
Casey and Rachel were last seen staring at the broken jukebox, not moving.
Dr. Parallax left behind a napkin that read: "Don’t listen when it stops."
Anjelikka? Her postcard wall was untouched. But one new card appeared:
“I’ll speak again when you forget my name.”
“The silence wasn’t empty.
It was waiting.
Something old tried to speak through us."
It was waiting.
Something old tried to speak through us."
And for once, we all… listened.
Filed by: Dr. Parallax (via Dream-Telex from Retreat Node ∆7)
Location: Mirrorwood Retreat (Temporal Safe-Zone)
Status: Conditionally Stable
Location: Mirrorwood Retreat (Temporal Safe-Zone)
Status: Conditionally Stable
"The emotional interference may be linked to Anjelikka’s discarded garments. We found a scarf wrapped around a tree, humming lullabies in languages no one recalls learning. We may need to hold a séance for the future. The past is starting to ask questions."
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