H. Clifford McBride
The Lost Captain Haunted by Alien Static
I screamed into the void. It screamed back.
I was a father before I was a captain, a man before I was a myth. I went looking for God in the dark and found a mirror instead. Now I send pulses through the void like a lighthouse built from ghosts. If you hear my voice in the static, don't be fooled — it's not a message. It's a warning.
What I'm Into: the weight of silence, signals from the edge, ghosts in the comms, screaming into the dark, fatherhood lost to stars
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