The first transmission of the season. Shells engineered for cold orbit, cut for bodies that never belonged to this world.
FILM 01 / 07 ✶ EST. NOWHERE
No trend, no season, no sun. A membrane thin enough to vanish, dark enough to keep the signal in.
Cargo cut for the long drift. Pockets that hold nothing you need on a planet you've already left.
FILM 03 / 07 ✶ SIGNAL LOST