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Through the static, a listener...
Welcome to Callsigns.
This sacred space cast in static grey, silent as dead air, holds three. A trio of ids birthed from the frequency of their Psyche. They have already told their story once, but circumstance has come to stir them again.
A message has been received, encoded in numbers. Who is it for? How has it come? What does it mean?
Who will answer the call?