The woman—no, the entity—stared at Kaelen, as if waiting for him to understand. The words hit him like a physical blow.
"You're not alone. None of you are," she whispered. "The signal is an ancient consciousness, a being that has existed since the beginning of time. It doesn't just communicate—it becomes."
Kaelen staggered backward. "What do you mean, 'becomes'?"
"It takes," the woman said, her voice trembling. "It takes the form of its host. And it turns them into something new."