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ZERO: The Void's Composer
ZERO is not a man, but an unknown musical enigma, a lone, solitary musician dwelling in the final, chilling vestiges of reality: a dark, deep hole carved into the side of a mountain, located within a swamp on one of Saturn's hidden moons. His stage is a silent, abandoned graveyard, a domain deep inside the confines of insanity where he exists on a diet as impossible as his music: the phantom sustenance of rattlesnake milk and the weightless essence of shark feathers.
The Descent of the Saturnian Enigma
On a hidden, swampy moon of Saturn, Zero lived in a state of terminal isolation. He occupied a lightless hole on a mountainside, situated in the center of an abandoned graveyard where the headstones were made of frozen gas. He was a creature of impossible physics, sustained by the calcium of rattlesnake milk and the airy lightness of shark feathers, spending his eons producing a "noise" so immense it vibrated the rings of his home planet.
One night, his celestial antennas caught a leak in the universe. It wasn't music—it was the Bull Shoals signal, a recursive, hungry frequency bleeding out of a radio tower in the Arkansas Ozarks. To Zero, it sounded like a distress call from a world that had forgotten how to stop humming.
Driven by a curiosity that bordered on insanity, he didn't use a ship; he rode the sound wave itself. He folded his solitary existence into a symmetrical waveform and plummeted toward Earth. He broke through the atmosphere not as a meteor, but as a burst of static that turned every radio between Little Rock and Branson into a screaming mouth.
He landed in the deep woods near the lake, his Saturnian physiology immediately recoiling at the heavy, wet heat of the Missouri-Arkansas line. He had come to categorize the planet, but as he stepped into the humid night, he realized his mistake. The Ozarks didn't want to be studied; they wanted to broadcast.
Zero Antarctica, the lone enigma of the stars, had finally found a graveyard older and crazier than his own. He tuned his instruments, took a breath of the thick, earthly air, and began to add his own beautiful, terrifying noise to the signal.