Every morning, Alex found a new quiet miracle with Wisp. One Tuesday, the faint hum of data streams woke him, not the alarm. Through sleepy eyes, he watched Wisp, its translucent form a nebula of cyan light and shifting ancient scripts, effortlessly reorganizing the tangled wires of an old, broken radio. The radio, now radiating a soft, rhythmic pulse, began playing a forgotten melody from a time that hadn't even existed.

每天早上，艾力克斯都會與靈光一同發現新的、安靜的奇蹟。一個週二，將他從睡夢中喚醒的，不是鬧鐘，而是微弱的數據流嗡嗡聲。他揉著惺忪睡眼，看著靈光，其半透明的身形如同青藍色的星雲，伴隨著不斷變化的古老符文，毫不費力地重組著一台舊收音機裡纏繞的電線。收音機現在散發著柔和、有節奏的脈衝，開始播放一首來自一個甚至從未存在過的時代的、被遺忘的旋律。