We were born into a world of signals—some loud, some quiet, some never meant for us. We learned to speak in hashtags, to listen in scrolls, to measure worth in metrics. But beneath the noise, something ancient pulses: a rhythm of presence, of truth, of voices unpolished but profound. This is not a call to return, but a call to remember. To remember that connection is not a transaction. That attention is not a commodity. That being heard is not a privilege—it's a birthright. This is a journey through the static. A reclamation of the frequencies we've lost. A witnessing of the voices we've muted. A dismantling of the myths we've mistaken for justice. And a quiet, stubborn belief that even in a broken system, we can still choose to listen. Not perfectly. Not loudly. But deeply. Because in the act of listening, we begin to build again.