Static Aligning

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The girl made her way through the echoing columns. She had just arrived, though of where she had come from she knew not. She carried no name, nor any items on her person. She was draped only in a loose white gown, reaching to her knees, knotted up the back to secure it. Her dark hair was affixed in two short plaits, framing her small, freckled face. Two wide green eyes peered out in wonder, above a sharp Roman nose. 

The girl bore an expression of worry upon her brow, and presently she began to take in her surroundings. Between the columns people bustled to and fro, yet through the commotion she heard the arousal of a faint yet steady hum. The hum grew louder and louder, until the singular drone divided itself into multiple voices. The voices spake- nay, they sang-  to the girl in a beautiful rhythmic harmony:

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

You've been observing our earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary ultra emissaries

We've been observing your earth
And one night we'll make a contact with you

We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary quite extraordinary craft

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