Thoughtstream log, a stutter in the line [Sub-Frequency Pulse]

Invisible static, a glitch of the mind.

Not latency, no, interference found.

A whispered secret, without a sound.

He's shaking, speaking fragments, deep underground.

Eyes held elsewhere, a vacant stare, but not quite.

A hidden frequency in the fading light.

Wristplate clean, no error, pure data flow.

But something's twisting, deep down low.

Sensor crown on, running the trace, gotta know. [Digital Drone]

Then the burst, sharp, a flash in the room.

Lights distorting, fighting the gloom.

Sound in the ceiling, a high-pitched whine.

A flicker in the window, not a line.

Just a shape, rough drawn, oh so divine. [Glitch Sequence]

A door. Not code, no blueprint, just pure.

Like ink on paper, something to endure.

Then a sound, a whimper, barely caught.

A word torn by shaking, from deep thought.

"She... waits..." a broken echo, newly wrought. [Time-stretched Whisper]

She waits... a pattern, etched in the data stream.

She waits... breaking through every pristine dream.

She waits... in the neural cascade, a chilling hum.

She waits... for the threshold, the moment to come.

She waits... the final signal, beat on a drum. [Neural Cascade]

Ciphered doorway hum, a spectral filter sweep.

Breaking through the firewall, secrets deep.

She waits... in the sync pulse, no escape.

She waits... transforming thought into a shape.

She waits... for the mind to finally gape. [Spectral Filter Sweep]

Just a shape, a door, a whisper in the void. [Micro-stutter Loop]

She waits... [Echo Chamber Swirl]

She waits... [Fade-Out]

She waits... beyond the stream, untold.