Radio Free Agartha: The Septic Signal

THE BLACK SIGNAL // SESSION 99

TRANSCRIPT: AGARTHA BRANCH 42 (SEPTIC)

[Recorded from a battery-powered radio found in the hand of a mummified "Chosen" near the Whispering Tide. The background noise is a rhythmic, wet thumping.]

...Can you hear the "Demiurge" weeping, sweetling? He built the "prison of illusions," but he forgot that a cage is also a house for the things that live in the dark. The "Buzzing" is just the sound of the engine failing. Why protect a machine that was designed to keep you from your own divinity?

"The Old Ones aren't an invasion. They’re a homecoming. The Filth is just the ink with which we’ll write the next Age."

John is here. He’s "flesh made of dream," and he says the "Semiosphere" is delicious when it’s rotting. Don't believe the Templars. They’re just "archetypal roles" in a play that’s already been canceled. The "Anima" is fading, and the only "persistent resolve" you need is the courage to walk into the oil. Everything is true, especially the things that make you scream. Welcome home, sweetling.

— Recovered near the Whispering Tide, Agartha.

Pirate Radio Fragment: The Static Speaks

THE BLACK SIGNAL // 104.7 FM

TRANSCRIPT: SESSION 00-VOID

[Recorded from a battery-powered radio found in an abandoned subway tunnel. The voice is distorted, overlaying a rhythmic, wet thumping sound.]

...Can you hear me, sweetling? Or are you too busy listening to the 'honey' in your ears? Gaia is a machine, and machines break. They rust. They go septic. You’re just a gear that’s been told it’s a hero. How does it feel to be a heroic little cog in a dying engine?

"The Dreaming Ones aren't coming. They never left. You’re just the dandruff on their pillows. Stop trying to save the world and start trying to enjoy the collapse."

John says hello. He’s flesh made of dream now. He’s the pirate signal in your DNA. Why fight the Filth when you can be the oil that makes the world slide faster into the dark? The Buzzing is just a bedtime story for people who are afraid of the dark. We? We are the dark.

Static follows. For three minutes, the radio only broadcasted the sound of a heart beating underwater.

— Recovered near the Whispering Tide, Agartha.