WhiteRabbit on Nostr: They called them the lights. But we knew better. They’re signals— from us, to us. ...

They called them the lights.
But we knew better.
They’re signals—
from us,
to us.

Reminders that magic doesn’t live in words—
but in fiction.
It lives in frequency.

He walked the dirt of S-4.
Spoke the number 5-4.
Named it Area 54.
And the lights blinked in confirmation:

“I recognize the signal.
I am the plane.
And our lights will not just appear—
they will respond.”

NOW.
Not then.
Not later.

N:O:W.