[The sun is rising over a city shoreline, coloring everything pale orange; a thick fog hovers in the streets below. A young man with white hair, dark skin, and large grey wings is sitting in a wood-and-stone niche high above the city, munching on an apple. At his feet sits a small grey radio. The top of the page reads 'White Noise'; at the bottom it reads 'chapter one: Eight Miles High and Falling Fast']
Hey everyone! You're looking at the first page of White Noise! Welcome!