A jacket made of radio frequency. You become the broadcast.
Woven from dead air and carrier waves. Every thread hums with a frequency only you can feel. The room tunes in the moment you enter. You are not wearing the broadcast — you are it.
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The hum beneath all sound. You hear it in your sternum before your ears catch up. It was always there.
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The space between stations. Where your thoughts become the program. Every silence is a frequency.
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Every movement is a transmission. Every gesture, a frequency shift someone else can feel in their teeth.
Flip a tooth. A room appears — walls of reflections, each slightly different from the last. Every switch is a new house of mirrors. Flip them all. Hear what happens.
Each room bends light its own way. Your face fractures into versions you almost recognize. Which one is real depends on which tooth you flipped last.