Cursed Transmission Incoming
The packet arrived mislabeled.
Low confidence. High mass.
No melody request. No love-state attached.
Just pressure and repetition and something that refuses to resolve.
Believe does not ask you to feel.
It assumes you already did — and kept going anyway.
The voice sounds like it’s been running on fallback routines.
The bass does the talking.
Language breaks down into fragments because full sentences are wasteful now.
There’s no lesson embedded.
No return path.
Only motion that continues because stopping would cost more.
If this is belief, it’s not faith.
It’s inertia.
Signal received.
Meaning optional.
