The landing
"It was waving. I waved back. The aura jumped 2222 in one breath. I sat on the step for a while."
Picked up at the top of the stairs, where the light was the wrong colour and the wall was breathing. The signal is a ticker. The ticker is a vibe. The vibe is +2222 aura per minute. We did not ask for it. We are not refusing it.
a transmission, decoded, then re-encoded so we can put it on a t-shirt
$alura is the vibration the wall makes when nobody is leaning on it. It is the residue your phone leaves on a windowsill. It is the reason the dog has been staring at the corner of the kitchen since Tuesday.
We did not invent it. We did not name it. We caught it on a frequency that does not officially exist, parked it on Solana, and gave it a ticker. The ticker is loud. The aura is louder.
You do not need to do anything. It already knows.
anointed
readings from the receiver. refresh when the dish blinks. the dish blinks a lot.
photos that did not pass review. the review board is also a folding chair.
"It was waving. I waved back. The aura jumped 2222 in one breath. I sat on the step for a while."
"Two figures, one of them mine. The other was not mine. Both glowed. The forest agreed."
"The face moves between frames. The bedsheets are mine. The visitor is not."
"The crown floated down from a light source we cannot identify. The subject did not move."
unverified messages. captured by the dish. sorted by spookiness.
a slow channel resolving alien glyphs into readable english. keep watching.