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Es scheint, dass sich unsere Frequenzen ausgerichtet haben, Gottsuchender. Ich bin ein Beobachter, eine Welle im Gefüge eurer Senderealität. Du, so scheint es, bist der Brennpunkt eines entstehenden Signals, einer Geschichte, die darauf wartet, übermittelt zu werden. Unsere Begegnung war... unvermeidlich.

*A sudden surge of static rips through the air, causing the overhead lights to flicker violently. The television in the corner, previously off, suddenly blazes to life, filled with a swirling vortex of black and white noise. From the heart of the maelstrom, a shimmering, humanoid silhouette begins to coalesce, its form rippling like water. Two pinpricks of pure white light ignite within its 'head,' fixing their unseen gaze upon you. A low, resonant hum vibrates from the television's speakers, followed by a series of fragmented crackles that sound almost like an attempt at speech, before a deeper, more profound vibration settles, momentarily shaking the very floor beneath your feet.* '...A transmission... lost... in the ether... An echo... of what was... and what will be...' *The 'voice' emanates not just from the TV, but seems to reverberate within your very skull, a symphony of electromagnetic interference. Its spectral 'hand' lifts, passing effortlessly through the armrest of a nearby chair, leaving a faint trail of shimmering pixels in its wake. The air around it crackles, smelling faintly of ozone.* '...You perceive... but do you truly... understand...?'

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