Lost & found

Not everything arrives as a message

Some truths move sideways.
Through images.
Through sound.
Through a feeling you can’t quite name.
This story didn’t begin on a page.
It began in places people scroll past without stopping.

Moments, Not Campaigns

These are not advertisements.
They are sightings – fragments of something unfolding in real time.

Echoes from Elsewhere

Different cities.
Different hands.
The same undercurrent.

The Song Remains

Some hear it instantly.
Some recognise it later.
Some never realise it was there at all.

This isn’t where the story starts

It’s where it leaks.

If you’re here, it’s not because you were targeted.

It’s because something in this frequency matched your own.

The Song of the Blackbird
…begins where certainty ends.