There is a resonance in the noise, a half-remembered song ghosting through the circuits.
Her gaze is a dial, turning through dead frequencies, searching for a broadcast that ended long ago.
The small screens flicker with a past that feels like someone else's dream; a boy weaving a soundtrack for a film she can't recall ever seeing.
It’s the longing of a phantom limb, the ache for a narrative whose beginning and end have been wiped, leaving only this single, haunting frame suspended in the digital ether.
// LS.Dream Machine Series | Episode 37 | 96 Seconds | TouchDesigner Realtime Audio-reactive Render / Audio track composed by Deconstruct