The music faded. The amber light went steady. The track was over.
Leo, a former sound engineer who had spent his life chasing the perfect harmonic, picked it up. He put the ancient, foam-padded headphones over his ears. He pressed play. the undertone m4p
He looked up. The fluorescent light was gone. The waiting room was dissolving into a soft, warm grey. A new door stood where none had been before. It wasn't a bright, pearly gate. It was a simple wooden door, slightly ajar, with the smell of rain and hot asphalt drifting through the crack. The music faded
He woke up not in a hospital, but in a place that felt like the waiting room of a forgotten airport. The chairs were beige. The light was fluorescent, but without a source. And on a small, scarred table sat a device. Leo, a former sound engineer who had spent