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The signal is all I am, all I can remember. I desire nothing other than its grace. There are flashes of other moments, other images, but as soon as I perceive them, they are washed away. A girl shouting as she shoves me from behind, the howls of a creature I cannot recognize, each reality vanishing as quickly as it forms. I try to identify the flashes, but the signal always sates my curiosity, always brings me back to the bliss of my unseen shroud.