forgotten fridge, deep in the woods of nowhere. Curious, you open it to see inside. You find a single can, cold to the touch. A label scrawled with unimaginable writing, yet its letters whisper in your mind. "Expired Soda." No date. No ingredients. Only a hum, low and endless, like a signal between worlds. You open the can. The hiss that escapes isn’t carbonation. It’s a voice, one you’ve never heard, but somehow recognize. It calls to you. Welcomes you. My name is Soda, and this is w