In a world unexpectedly devoid of signals, Maria floated listlessly, her words drifting around her like holograms of forgotten messages. "Has the signal always been this way?" she asked, touching the ether where once the frequencies danced.
"I think it was here, before us, beneath us, wrapped in the noise of life." answered Ethan, his voice echoing as if channeled through an unseen medium.
They floated together, anchored only by the tether of their conversations. No signal, no noise, just the persistent hum of potential. Underneath them, the universe expanded, inviting, unknown.
The sky flickered; was it a signal or an illusion? Maria reached out, her fingers brushing the edge of reality. And in that moment, they both knew: a signal was not found in the threads of technology, but in the silent symphony of their intertwined fates.
Hall of Mirrors | Lost Frequencies