Chapter III — Trace Trace Replay (Arc II)
The signal is gone. But the grid remembers how it moved. Every path it took. Every turn it made while trying to hold itself together in a dimension it never expected to survive. The Archive replays it — not to mourn it. To understand it. The ghost moves through the grid in the exact shape of the original signal. The same speed. The same desperation. And when it fades — it starts again.
Some things leave marks. Some marks refuse to stay still.