To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.

[Shadovarn]

Quiet.

The serene silence.

The sound of the tomb. Of the world long ended. Of the civilization forgotten.

The sound of silence, broken only by one thing. One thing amid the desolate ruins. One thing amid the steel skeletons that once stood as marvels of the mortal will. Amid the falling ash, the dial turns. Rotated, letting forth the sound of static. The radio is out of tune, seeking the signal. It crackles, it mutters, it aches and it cries. But in the end, the sound finally comes through. The signal is recieved. 

And it speaks.

It does not last long until the static returns and the dial is turned back.

Silence falls over the world again.

It is quiet.