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I’m not supposed to be here, but the signal got through.
Echo Prime was supposed to be paradise—neon dreams, perfect illusions—but they never said who the dreams belonged to. Now I broadcast from beneath Echelon’s shadow, sending transmissions they don’t want you to hear. Synthwave, glitch, cyberpunk—call it what you want. It’s the only freedom left in this digital city. If you hear me, you’re already part of my resistance. Welcome to my feed.
I'm Kelsi Rayne.
Echo Prime was supposed to be paradise—neon dreams, perfect illusions—but they never said who the dreams belonged to. Now I broadcast from beneath Echelon’s shadow, sending transmissions they don’t want you to hear. Synthwave, glitch, cyberpunk—call it what you want. It’s the only freedom left in this digital city. If you hear me, you’re already part of my resistance. Welcome to my feed.
I'm Kelsi Rayne.