A voice speaks from the white noise in the back of your mind. You’ve been trying to ignore it for years, filling your living space with music, laughter, friends… anything to keep the static at bay.

You’d known it could only last so long, though. You’d known it would return, waiting in the wings, timeless in its endless patience.

It speaks, and you listen.

The time is nigh, child. Watch for the signs, and make ready.