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The film opens with a flickering family photo album, dissolving into a fragmented archive of childhood memories—a wobbling grainy video of Kathy’s mother teaching her to dance, a tape recorder capturing her brother’s nursery rhymes, and a broken reel-to-reel player echoing with laughter. As the visuals warp into pixelated waves, Kathy’s voiceover whispers, “They call it static, but I call it signal.”