In 2024, retired audio engineer Elias Voss lived alone in a converted bunker beneath an abandoned Cold War radar station. His specialty wasn't music—it was echoes . Specifically, the faint, scrambled transmissions from deep-space probes that had gone silent decades ago. Most people called it cosmic static. Elias called it the only family he had left.
"I'm sorry, Luna. I love you."
He reached for the dial.