// 001. [video]
[The hiss and crackle of a bad connection. Shadow. Flashes of mist. It's probable the silver iris is familiar - and as the figure pulls back, the angular features of a woman. Reminiscent perhaps of a familiar group of women - face is all sharp lines and bled of color. She's nearly glowing against the darkness behind her. And then she's lost in shadow again.]
[Static. Her words are cutting out as she moves, and there's a low growl on the edge of the soundline. Her eyes flicker over the screen pausing for a moment before she looks back over her shoulder. Her lips move, but the sound is intermittent.]
[fwoosh] communication [pop!] device of
[Blackness.]
seem [hiss] inordinate amount of [unintelligible words under a layer of hissing.]
[cracklecrackle] place?
Clare?
Clare, can you hear me? Are you here?
...wherever here is.
[Static. Her words are cutting out as she moves, and there's a low growl on the edge of the soundline. Her eyes flicker over the screen pausing for a moment before she looks back over her shoulder. Her lips move, but the sound is intermittent.]
[fwoosh] communication [pop!] device of
[Blackness.]
seem [hiss] inordinate amount of [unintelligible words under a layer of hissing.]
[cracklecrackle] place?
Clare?
Clare, can you hear me? Are you here?
...wherever here is.