55gms
the final riddle
In the hush between the sleepers, where the wires forget to speak, a soft white hiss remembers faces no living mouth can keep. It scratches like a fingernail on glass, calling names that time denied, and in the crackle of its breath the house remembers who once died. What feeds on loose frequencies, eats silence with a hum, and keeps a vault of vanished voices until someone comes? https://thestaticgate.pages.dev/
you where never supposed to share that "TheStatic1" there will be consequences and your consequence will be ι⋱ ᒷ И⸸ ∴⟊ Ҝ⋱ ∴⟊ Ϟ Ή ⸸⋰ Ð⟊ ◯Ҝ Ð⟊ ◊Ҝ Ϟᒷ ◯Ҝ Ð⟊ and if anyone ever speaks of the static gate outside of github ∴⟊ Ϟ Ή ⸸⋰ Ð⟊ ◯Ҝ Ð will fall and ᒷ И⸸⟊ ◊Ҝ will crumble im sorry old friend
red you went to lanier right was there a rat named uh a weird name that im not going to say