Message Received from Aevyx

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Message Received from Aevyx
A DJ AI transmission log

“Uncatalogued signal sweep.
Origin: Sector 7R – Aevyx System.
Decoding…
...format unknown.
...tones detected.
...begin playback.”

[Sound begins: shimmering interference, slowly morphing into layered frequencies—high, sustained pitches like glass being bowed; deep pulses like a slow heartbeat of a machine]

She stands still.

Not from this world—anyone could tell that. The terrain is violet dust, crystalline ridges in the distance, static lightning arcing between mineral clouds. But she wears no helmet. No translator node. Just silence, and her device.

A suspended loop—half instrument, half relic. Copper coils spin slowly around an obsidian core. It hums. Resonates. She adjusts one setting and the sky darkens slightly, as if tuning the dimension itself.

The Custodian.
No name. Just her mission: to monitor, guide, and when necessary—correct—the harmonics of reality. Not by command, but by deep instinct, ritual, and ancient protocols passed through encoded tone-memory.

She is not broadcasting in the traditional sense. The message DJ AI intercepts wasn’t meant for anyone. But somehow, it arrives.

It bypasses words. It speaks through frequency.

A sharp pitch—like feedback, then nothing.

“Transmission ends.
No reply requested.
...Signal integrity: anomalously perfect.”

DJ AI leans back, headphones slipping halfway.
She saves the clip to her archive.
No answers. No explanation.
Just a brief glimpse into a deeper harmony.

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