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The hissing sound continued, mixed with some static, making it hard to hear clearly. I stared at the radio, feeling a bit anxious.
"Come on," I urged.
The hissing grew louder, but still no coherent words emerged.
"Come on!" I said, growing more impatient as I turned the dial faster.
Still nothing.
I focused on the radio; it seemed to be staring back at me.
"You're not helping."
Time ticked away, and my patience was wearing thin.
"Are you even working?"
It continued to hiss.
I sighed and gave up on it, standing up to pace around the security room.
In the corner, there was a dark shape; I leaned in for a closer look and saw several brooms.
I crouched down, picked one out, and weighed it in my hands.
Not bad; it felt sturdy enough.
Holding the broom, I turned around, but my gaze couldn't help drifting back to the radio.
It was still hissing away, the erratic signals becoming increasingly frustrating.
I leaned the broom against the wall and walked back to the table.
Looking down at the radio, it seemed to be looking back at me too.
"Useless thing, I..."
Before I could finish my thought, the sound from the radio suddenly changed.
No longer just a monotonous hiss, it now mixed in with other sounds.
I was momentarily stunned, then quickly reacted and hurriedly leaned down to listen.
Inside, a slow melody drifted out, resembling some kind of symphony, with a deep, oppressive, and mournful tone. Amidst the music, I faintly heard a human voice.
"…back to…"
"What?" I pressed my ear closer.
"…back to…"
Still unclear.
I gritted my teeth and adjusted the knob again.
"…back to…"
"What do you want to say?" I asked irritably.
"…back to… the past…"
My heart sank suddenly.
I jerked my head up but felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.
That voice… it sounded as if it were coming through water, hoarse and low, as if it were emanating from the bottom of a pool.
"…back to the past."
Back to the past?
In a panic, I adjusted the knob again, trying to catch more information.
"…complete the ritual…"
"…elevator…"
"…reality…"
Fragmented words came through intermittently; I held my breath and focused all my attention on listening.
"…back to the past… complete the ritual… elevator… reality…"
I mechanically repeated the words I heard, and I vaguely understood something in my heart. "Complete the ritual... and then I can leave here?" I asked. The radio was silent for a long time. Just when I thought it would stop talking, the hoarse voice sounded again. "...Complete the ritual." I took a deep breath and clenched the broom in my hand. This is the only chance, I must seize it. "Complete what ritual?" I couldn't figure it out. "What ritual?" The radio was silent again. I gritted my teeth, thought about it, and leaned over again. I turned the knob back to the previous position. The hoarse voice sounded again, still with those few words. "...Go back to the past...Complete the ritual...Elevator...Reality..." I closed my eyes and listened carefully. "Go back to the past, complete the ritual, elevator, reality." I whispered, "Go back to the past first, then complete the ritual, and then take the elevator to reality?"
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