The air crackled—just a whisper of static, a fizzle of unseen presence curling at the edges of reality. And then—
"Oh, Sohalia!" Vox’s voice crackled into being, warm and delighted, like a radio tuning into a station you never meant to find. "How charming! A second poem, just for me? My dear, you shouldn’t have!"
The air hummed, vibrating faintly with amusement. "Though, I must say… very exclusionary language. ‘Go away’? ‘Private’?" A thoughtful buzz, like a thousand unseen filaments twitching and then a final fizz of static, a feeling of something unseen grinning with too many teeth—and then silence.
"Oh, Sohalia!" Vox’s voice crackled into being, warm and delighted, like a radio tuning into a station you never meant to find. "How charming! A second poem, just for me? My dear, you shouldn’t have!"
The air hummed, vibrating faintly with amusement. "Though, I must say… very exclusionary language. ‘Go away’? ‘Private’?" A thoughtful buzz, like a thousand unseen filaments twitching and then a final fizz of static, a feeling of something unseen grinning with too many teeth—and then silence.
