Signal in the Wastes - Kill the feed

Paragraph 19 - Kill the Feed

You snap the switch. The glyphs shatter into meaningless snow. The hum dies.

For a moment, the silence is bliss. Then the air ripples — and you realize the sound was holding something back.

It steps through the ripple, a shape made of shadow and red circuitry. No more signal. No more choices.

THE END.

Restart from the beginning
“Silence isn’t safety.”