Fleeting echoes in the silence, a whisper of what once was, or perhaps, what might be. Signals fade and flicker.
Transmission interrupted. Nostalgia echoes through the circuitry.
Do you remember the smell of rain on concrete? The taste of tea, a shadow painted in amber light?
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Somewhere, a radio hums, lost frequencies searching for a voice, a name, an answer yet to be found.
Data corrupted at 11:11. Dreams encoded in binary.
Between the lines, between the pauses, lies the déjà vu—a moment captured, a ghost of time unwinding.
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