Welcome to The Pale, where the airwaves pulse with a frequency that skitters just beneath your skin. We exist in the threshold between what is known and what cannot—will not—be known. Our signals flicker like the dying embers of forgotten thoughts, vibrating across the vast emptiness that separates you from us. This is not just a radio station. This is the place where sounds are unmade, their echoes never reaching the surface of your understanding. Every transmission, a whisper from the void, a static pulse that plays with your perception of reality. Tune in, and you’ll hear voices that you can never quite place, playing melodies that remind you of things long lost. Perhaps you’re the one who is lost. Perhaps we’ve been waiting for you, like a slow-moving shadow in your peripheral vis