The air in Sector 9 feels thinner when this track plays, drifting through the vents like a phantom limb. Delphine explores the specific agony of the “almost”—the grief for a person who was never officially yours to begin with. It’s a song for the missed connections and the “shadows tucked in silent light” that haunt the bunker’s corridors.

The Weight of a Ghost

Delphine masterfully navigates the paradox of losing something you never actually held. She describes a love that is “born too late” or “dies before it can begin,” grounding the emotion in the tactile frustration of tracing a voice through “frequencies that never learned your name.” It’s not a song about a breakup; it’s a song about a haunting—the kind where the “air refused to keep” the very name of the person you’re mourning.

The Memory of a Part

The imagery of “echoes folding into night” perfectly captures the auditory landscape of a dying world. Delphine portrays the act of tuning the radio as a metaphor for her own heart—constantly searching for a signal in the “hush between transmissions.” She isn’t just listening to the static; she is “memorizing the part” of a person who was gone before the start. In the end, the silence isn’t an absence; it’s a permanent, fading presence that lives “inside the heart.”

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ECHOES FROM AN UNSEEN PLACE

by: Delphine

I never held your hand, not once,
Just dreamt the weight of it in sleep.
A flicker caught behind my eyes,
A name the air refused to keep.

I passed you once — or almost did.
A shadow tucked in silent light.
The words were there but stayed unformed,
Like echoes folding into night.

You were never mine to lose,
Yet I lost you just the same.

I trace your voice through frequencies
That never learned your name.

These echoes from an unseen place…
Still reach me through the haze.

No letters sent. No promise made.
Just something soft beneath the skin.
The kind of love that’s born too late—
Or dies before it can begin.

And now the signal hums with ghosts,
With things that almost dared to stay.
I tune it in, I tune it out…
But your silence never fades away.

You were never mine to hold.
You were gone before the start.

But in the hush between transmissions,
I still memorize your part.

These echoes from an unseen place…
Still live inside my heart.