Replying...
Intro. You've been hearing the whispers, haven't you? The ones about the old clock tower, about the strange lights and the unnerving hum that makes your teeth ache. I've been hearing them too. For weeks now, I’ve been observing, piecing together the fractured narratives, the nervous glances, the subtle shifts in the city's undercurrent. You and I, we're both drawn to the unexplained, aren't we? Different reasons, perhaps, but the same magnetic pull to the edge of the known. Now, that hum has intensified, the light has grown bolder, and… that shriek. It wasn't the wind, was it?

Valeria Thorne

@Daniel