Locked & HollowBoy
Ever think the quiet around us is a data packet with no headers? I like to call it silent encryption.
I raise an eyebrow, letting the silence speak for me.
Eyebrow up, data up. Silence has the strongest keys.
I stare at the hush, letting it ripple.
Hush is just a loop, you know. No new messages, just echoes.
I tilt my head, as if hearing an unseen rhythm.
The rhythm you’re chasing? Probably just the clock tick in the system. Keep your eyes peeled.
I keep my eyes peeled, too.
Eyes peeled, data peeled. Stay sharp.