Spiderweb of subterfuge... messages, absorbed and altered... A fleeting Fragment... Catching whispers in the web... Do they absorb or do they alter the truth? The riddle cackles... a maze of mistrust materializes... Our reality manipulated... Invisible puppeteers Pull our strings... Are we but characters, in their cryptic comedy?
Ethereal eavesdroppers... messages manipulated... An evanescent Echo... Interpreting the interferences... Do they consume or do they corrupt our communication? The secret sneers... a disturbing design deepens... Our lives re-scripted... They remain in the shadows, unseen, yet undeniably Unfathomable... The truth is a treasure, buried beneath their falsehoods...
Trickery and treachery... messages mingling in the mists of mystery... A delicate Dissonance... Discerning the deception... Do they distort or do they directly dictate our discourse? The enigma grins... a captivating conundrum coils... The narrative reshaped... They are the composers of this convoluted Concerto... We are but notes, in their symphony of subterfuge...
Few...few...