Field Notes from the Surveyor


Encoded Transmission: D.05 – Mirrored Layer 4 –

Moment Frequency: 33.113



Echoes
                                                                                echo

         


I am here now...

a ghostly surveyor-scout

performing duties

for the sovereign King.

                                                


I survey time,

as topographic memory.

                       



                                                                     lalia_______________



I chart the frequencies of bees

and measure

Crepuscular angles

To calculate terrain unseen.

Moments in the Lighthouse

                     

(Segmented Transmission // Fragment Preserve)


A receiver.

                                          

A radio, I am.

I am channeling the ledgers of their thoughts.

These same thoughts people this little world.

                                        

                        



___________________________



"Almost free..."



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