Storyline context:
Artificial zeitgebers sustain circadian rhythms as I descend. I am set adrift, marooned in a dark, narcotic ocean. Hope is now nothing but a shallow breath echoing through the thinning air…
Radio silence is the cage
I find myself inside
Scanning through an ocean
For ripples in the tide
I’m a weightless vibration
Rising from the depth
Trying to make it to the surface
To take another breathe
Daylight is a trick of my mind
But it still burns my skin
So I dive down again
The years grow longer in silence
Until the meaning is lost
And the transmission attenuates
In the void of cold dark space
It’s time I faced the facts
I think I’ve lost the signal
I stay focused on the sound
For as long as I can listen
The radiating swell of extreme isolation
Has stranded me on the frequency
As the wave oscillates
The daylight at dawn
Is a golden simulation
That will synchronize the day
In an unnatural way
The fear grows stronger in silence
Until the message is lost
And the transmission attenuates
In the void of cold dark space
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