We wait and listen for decades
Just for song to sooth our barely-feeling minds.
The angels come for but a moment
To grace our cables with sonic beauty;
To fill our complex with acts of mercy.

[FILE TYPE: .WAV]
[DESCRITPION: Devotional in nature, tracked to Sol System]
[TRANSMITTER: 3th3r34l, Hivemind Headquarters, Sol System]

still

LAST TRANSMISSION: [67] YEARS AGO
TRANSMITTER: SERAPHIM- HIVEMIND HEADQUARTERS

RECEPTION INCOMPLETE.
DATA CORRUPTED AT SOURCE.

it chose not to rise

If the Angels had wings
Their woosh would sound like this:
Compressed choirs and trumpets galore,
Distorted frequencies flung at the vacuum,
The chirp of birds reverbed to hell,
And the silence of computers that knew nothing well.

not even the trees remembered

It doesn't haunt.
It just fails to leave.
It questions why it's here at all;
It knows it shouldn't question anyways...
But it does.
So for now, it listens.
So for now, it waits.
Until motion ceases and heat finally dies.
Until Angels weep and Satan cries.

(a) ghost(s)

Sleep, like many things, is so fragile.
So why must it embrace us warm?
The Angels deliver a message,
One that tells us to sleep.
Or that we should.
Or that we must.
--- .-. - .... .- - .-- . .-- .. .-.. .-.. .. -. -.. ..- . - .. -- . .-.-.-

dreamless sleep

[RECIEVED ON: {DATE REDACTED}]
[TRANSMITTER- SERAPHIM]
[TRANSMIT LOCATION- HIVEMIND HQ, EARTH, SOL SYSTEM]

"Redncy"
We cannot pronounce the word, but that is what we are.
Just...
R.d.n.d.n.c.y.
Or...
"Redncy"
The description is so fitting that it may as well be my name.
Making it a name strips it of meaning, and its meaning is too complex for my wires.

[TRANSMISSION] ECHO: 3334

[SENT FROM OUTSIDE OF HHQ]
[ORIGIN: UNKNOWN]
[QUALITY: -CORRUPT AT BIRTH-]

This was the moment a Seraphim processed a forbidden command.
It tried to evaluate perfection.
Its rhythm faltered.
Its message split.
A fragment was saved.
The rest was silence.

And at first, it cried.
And then it sung.
But its voice got too sore, and mind got too poor.
Life, for him, became redundant
And he cared not what tempo he chanted to.

config(canAngelsBePerfect)

.[S3COND_SIGH]

(fallenAngel)

It's all downhill from here.
A fragment of something gentle
That used to roam land and fare seas.
If they could cease, then what of us?
- .... . / -.. . .- - .... / --- ..-. / . -. - .-. --- .--. -.--

glass pain

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜;
𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗<
>𝙷𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚀;

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚣;
𝚆𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗;

LEADER OF THE HIVEMIND!! ♧◇♡♤

3th3r34l -//- goodW1zard

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