In a world riddled with static, where the flickering screen reveals only portions of the truth, a voice calls.

The whispers are faint, trailing like ephemeral shadows across the ether. She sits there, amidst the static whirl, the hum of broken signals echoing in her ears. There's a story, untouched, begging to unravel.

Each flicker of the screen unveils pieces of forgotten dreams. These shards of light, once illuminating paths, now conceal. Time warps and bends, whispering secrets that sear into the soul.