The transmitter arrays which dot Horsingdon’s suburban landscape sometimes seem to act as boundary markers - not so much by way of mapping out a physical, geographic border, but by delineating points of ingress to those inscrutable, praeternatural zones which constitute an occulted, yet parallel topography to that of Horsingdon, and which the Guardians of the Black Bowers refer to (often in hushed tones) as ‘the Night Lands’.
The jarring, atonal signals and blind, desolate static with which the arrays populate the airwaves in their immediate vicinity certainly seem to operate in a manner akin to some sort of esoteric warning signal; indeed, this must be the case, for the alternative - that the arrays are acting as beacons, purposely calling to the monstrous inhabitants of those nighted worlds of horror - is too terrible to contemplate.
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