Analog Echoes

Lost in the noise. We search for a signal, a sign from

a time long gone. They say nothing is ever truly lost,

it is just waiting to be retuned. A flicker of light in the

darkness, a ghost of a smile. And just like that,

the signal fades, leaving only the hum of the machine. In the end,

we are just listeners, waiting for the static to speak once more.