Transmission #015: “The Sky as a Wardrobe”
Filed by: Raine Solara
Location: Retreat Sector Sky Deck
Status: Distorted. Annotated.
Filed by: Raine Solara
Location: Retreat Sector Sky Deck
Status: Distorted. Annotated.

The aliens, usually tolerant of human quirks, are furious. To them, the Retreat’s sky is a sacred broadcast lattice, a woven field of signals. And now? It looks like a yard sale gone wrong. They thought the sky was infinite. An open dome no one could stain. But now? It looks like a bargain bin.”
ANJELIKKA: “I told them. The sky is not scenery. It’s fabric. And right now, you’ve hung cheap rags over my mirror. Wardrobes are supposed to elevate. Not degrade. If you throw your waste into the heavens, don’t call it sky. Call it vanity undone. ”
DR. PARALLAX: “This is not mere litter. Each object bends their communication streams, creating echoes. Last night, a single pair of socks caused five duplicate messages and one accidental marriage proposal to a star cluster.”
CASEY: “Okay, I’ll admit it, we thought tossing those empty soup cans upward was harmless fun. But now… the aliens are demanding recycling ceremonies before they’ll send us any more postcards.
“CLEAN YOUR SKY. RESPECT THE SIGNAL.”


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