The Static Frequency

It starts with a tape. An unlabeled VHS found in your grandmother's attic, in a box that shouldn't exist, recorded on a date that hasn't happened yet.

You press PLAY.

The screen fills with static. But in the static, there's a pattern. A frequency. A message meant only for you.

In a world of digital perfection, the old technology remembers things we were meant to forget. The tracking lines hide secrets. The static speaks truths. And somewhere between REWIND and FAST FORWARD, reality itself begins to unspool.

Some frequencies were never meant to be found.

Some signals can't be unheard.

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