radio

It was then... and only then, where the sound resonated throughout the entirety of both worlds - pure bliss, joy, happiness.

Now, remains only silence... the occasional static.

The radio is losing power. The broadcasts grow dimmer. Whats' left is but a haunting, empty tone, a lost signal.

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