"The Kikigaki-kai. The Listen-and-Write Society. You’ve been documenting our work. Your article on the jukebox? That was my uncle’s. The vending machine? My cousin’s. The ghost movies? My wife directed them under a pseudonym. N0710 is a frequency—a channel of memory. You tuned in."

Her editor laughed. "Makiko, you’re chasing phantoms. Write about the new VR karaoke booths."

The dream recurred. Platform N0710. A jingle like a capsule toy machine chiming. Each time, she woke with a new obsession: Kodama (echo) Eiga —"ghost movies," films shot on expired 8mm that played for one night only in basements of love hotels.