Echoes of Static

In the thin veil of static, voices whisper. Hums of universes tangled in wires, murmurs slipping through the channels—faint and fragmented.

Listen closely:

• The echo of an old song, a refrain long forgotten.
• A child's laughter suspended in temporal loops.
• The sigh of a star collapsing into silence.
• Words of wisdom in languages never spoken but understood.

Every click of the dial, every shift of frequency, unearths a new pulse—a heartbeat in a cosmos uncharted. We are all echoes, reflections of echoes, our selves intertwined with others we may never meet.

The static speaks: it tells stories of what could be, of what might have been, of paths walked differently in shadows of blue and violet.