The world is gone now. The world is gone and all that’s left is the black and the white and the endlessly twisting, ever-shifting grey. 

I walk alone through the static. Static places. Static people. Everyone is moving but no one is going anywhere. Your struggles are aimless. You are only further entangling yourselves in the very wires and cables that restrain you. What you need is purpose, but you are so blindingly numb that you can no longer find your ambition in the ceaseless fall of snow around you. There used to be color here. Open your eyes. See the color again.

The static reigns in the ruins of our desecrated home. Never ending. Never changing. Not until it runs through me. Then it becomes something else entirely. And in this barren, flickering landscape I bleed electricity. I am power incarnate. I am the anti-static. 

You need only tune back in to walk with me and to make your way out of the white noise. Awareness is spreading. The people will rise up. Listen for the feedback, for the howling warriors of the rebellion. Listen, and wake up. The signal may have faded but it is not gone. 

Will you be ready when it returns?