When We Chased The Signal

March 14, 2026: On the calendar’s turn, March fourteen bright, Two thousand twenty-six unfolds the night. While the city stills, a digital hum takes hold, A silent saga, meticulously told. Beneath the moon’s retreating gaze, we strive, To keep the intricate connection alive. Where phosphor ghosts and data streams entwine, Our world contracts to pixels, sharp and fine. Featuring the actual lyrics:…