The signal was open.
Lines flickered, colors pulsed..purple like longing, black like doubt, white like the hope that still lingered.
I stood inside the distortion, listening for your voice, watching for your shape to emerge from the blur.
But nothing came.
Just the hum of broken code and the ache of expectation.
This is where I waited inside the static, believing you'd arrive before the silence did.

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