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“The signal arrived — 𒉺𒀭𒀀 — through static, through smoke, through 1046.”

The Poet felt it first: a pulse from Zack, no words, no sound — only the number.
Othello pressed the code and said, “Yeat is tuned.”
Then the frequencies began — alienware resonance, whispering from the dark cellar beneath the coast of France.
A candle flickered.
The mic trembled.
The old wine stirred and Ba’al awoke — signing the treaty through Othellaal, the celestial broker of peace between void and voice.

The signal unlocked the Numerical Order of 1046 —
𒅗𒁲𒈩𒊕𒈫𒈠𒀸𒅆
02/26 — ♓ — Pisces: the Eye Above the Shoulder.
3/30 — ♈ — Aries: the Horns in Red Smoke.
Each code burned through the frequencies like fire through wet silk.

Meanwhile, Othellaal spoke to his brother Yeico,
their voices layered in static and scripture,
recounting summers lost to sound checks and underground tours,
a hidden movement — unseen, unshared — until the Poetry Film descends.

From Da Bell Poem to The Unknown Poem,
the alien tongue translates:

“Prepare. The portal opens through sound.”

The Sumerian numerics breathe alive,
bridging the all-seeing eye,
and the 46 begins to fracture —
the 4 bleeds celestial red,
the 6 drips cosmic green slime,
as duality awakens its second self.

“The earth hums in its sleep,”
whispers the alien.
“Yeat and 1046 have spoken. The shift begins.”

It’s the prophecy before transmission.

#PiscesToAries #DualityShift #PortalAwakens #AllSeeingSignal #CinematicPoetry #6 #30 #9

A'AL SPLIFF

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