Working overtime late at night has become Chen Mo's way of escaping from a crowded apartment and boring life. His old radio is his only companion, searching for some solace in the cacophony of urban radio. Until one rainy night, the pointer slipped past a frequency that never existed. There were no advertisements, no time signals, just sections of obscure urban legends that seemed to be narrated in a dream, and a constant flow of noise in the background, as thick as a tide.
At first, Chen Mo thought it was just a pretentious show by an underground radio station. But the location mentioned in the broadcast was just around the corner of the street where he commuted every day, and the details of the bizarre disappearance quietly matched the news briefing a few days ago. What makes him even more uneasy is that after listening to the program, he will always catch a glimpse of incomprehensible graffiti in familiar corners of the city, hear wet friction sounds from behind the walls that do not conform to the architectural structure, and the shadow of the same geometrically indescribable tower appears repeatedly in his dreams.
He started recording, trying to find the pattern, but found that his cognition was being quietly corroded by that frequency. Common sense is disintegrating. Under the steel forest of the city, there seems to be a huge, blind and stupid thing pulsing with the midnight radio waves. And Chen Mo, the unintentional listener, is sliding towards a reality that he has never imagined and cannot bear, or is he already a part of this reality.
