At the deepest chamber, he found her.
He turned it to zero.
Then silence.
The last night, the signal became a song. Full, layered, heartbreaking. Faded . But wrong. The lyrics were the same, yet the emotion was reversed: not loss, but anticipation . As if someone was singing from the future, warning him. Alan Walker - Faded
"Dad," the sphere whispered, her voice overlapping itself like a choir. "You have to turn me off. The signal is fading. If it collapses completely… I won't even be a ghost." At the deepest chamber, he found her