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##DATAMAX:ECHOING_1##
| >##|A phone number follows the endless signal|##
>###000-455-0987###
>HOLD THE LINE.
>LOVE IS ALWAYS ON TIME
| > USER INPUT: 0004550987
> RINGING...
> RINGING...
> RINGING...
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>THE RINGING ECHOES.
>...
>.....
>....
>.........
>.....
>CLICK, CONNECTED!
>DATA FLOW: #P#U#R#P#L#E.
>Breathing on the other side of the line, slow, labored, exhausted.
>"It's been so long... too long..."
>A voice, tempered by sorrow; rusted by the great rains of time.
>"Since I've talked to anyone... Do you remember? Those days when all we wanted to do was go out into the night? Where we ran away to that night festival?"
| >"Everything was so much simpler... Say do you still carry around that little trinket I got you? You know the one..."
>It's a terrible feeling, whatever is expressed deep within this lonesome voice, so much sadness and regret.
>Yet the voice is firm, in it's own way, it still hangs on despite the damage done to it's owner.
"...I'm working on something. I won't make it right for us... but I still have others I may help... I'm sorry I can't say what it is."
| >A pause, which seemingly drifts into infinity, silence so defeaning, like a silent scream.
>You feel your heartbeat within your own ears.
>"I'm gonna make it big, 'Getsu, The biggest one I've ever done... This'll be the one they remember me by..."
>Another chuckle, pained and barely audible.
"It'll be my... masterpiece."
>CLICK
>LINE END, ENDING CALL....
>.....
>...
>....
>Nothing, you are alone now.
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| >A stream of data uploaded unto the matrix, broadcasting a repeating signal.
>It's message is simple
>An echoing noise follows it in it's wake.
>The sound of waves
>
>##|TEXT: SOMETHING LURKS, BENEATH THE WATERS.|##
>The message repeats.