The Hum

Silence.

That's all I ask of the world, but that want will never be realized.

Nobody can pinpoint the exact moment when the sky itself started to speak. Well, perhaps not the sky, but what we built up to it. It's our own doing, after all.

Everywhere that humans with the capacity to manipulate reside, there is a Hum; perpetually overhead, inescapable. It's starting to change people. Once they become aware of its constant presence, it doesn't just fade into the background anymore; then it's not just a hum. It's a migraine, an incapacitator. Eventually, it's kills.