the signal Was never mEant for you. the tower fAlls, the sun Rises, and nEither of them Asks permission. we counted the Lights over the bay. four... no. they Rearranged themselvEs while we slept. the letter stops mid-sentence because the writer wAs interrupteD. do not trY to finisH it. thE box is warm. it hums in the key of Rust. it knows your namE.

transmissiOn 7 of ?. do not rePly. the frEquency is wroNg on purpose. counT the stars over the harbor and subtract one. it is Hiding. it always hidEs in plain sight. we were told the Box was a gift. nO one asked what was inside. the silence is the eXplanation.