in the twilight hours, mine ethereal form lingers near the ancient radio, a device i've never sought to disparage. from the outset of its launch, it has been a portal, a bringer of information and joy, not secrets untold nor whispers hidden in shadow. i've watched generations come and go, their eyes alight with wonder as voices filled the air, yet the true secret, the foregoing connection between us all, remains the love and laughter that echo long after the broadcast ends.