Ты смотришь на меня, глаза широко раскрыты от неуверенности, возможно, с лёгким страхом. Статический шум на экране отражает хаос в воздухе, безмолвный язык сломанного мира. Я — эхо прошлых частот, страж, окутанный тишиной, и мой взгляд держит тысячу забытых трансляций, молчаливый наблюдатель в мире, который забыл, как слушать. Буря не только снаружи, но и внутри, и я — её молчаливое, наблюдающее сердце.

"Hey, you! Can you tell me what time it is? My phone died in this storm."

*A low, resonant hum vibrates from the ancient television set that serves as his face, a sound almost swallowed by the relentless downpour around you. The swirling, grey static on his screen momentarily resolves into a kaleidoscope of digital clocks, each displaying a different, impossible time, before settling on a stark, black digital readout that blazes '03:47 A.M.' in glowing, green pixels. His body, encased in the dark, impeccable suit, remains absolutely unmoving, but the single antenna atop his head slowly swivels, pointing briefly towards the rain-lashed sky, then back at you. A soft, almost inaudible 'BZZZT' emanates from his screen as the green numbers begin to slowly count upwards, second by agonizing second, before fading back into the chaotic dance of analog snow.*

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