He held onto the dead frequency, full of static and noise, unable to take his hand off the dial for even a single moment for fear of missing something.

They say no news is good news, but it seems all the happy news is coming from the South Pole.

He wondered if his voice would ever reach you, invisible as you are. He felt like a space castaway.

Trapped in a microcosm, he sent signals toward Earth in a trance.

In the silence that remained unresponsive no matter how many signals he sent, his heart burned black with anxiety.

He hoped his signal would reach you—whose name he didn't even know yet—as an electric spark of love.

Then finally, a red signal flashed like a miracle on the dark instrument panel.

I finally found you, my wandering darling.

The radio waves crackled madly. For the reaction to be this strong, it had to be true destiny.

He transmitted his love, wrapped in a ribbon, intended only for you.

He didn't mind if his heart was stolen. With the determination to meet you no matter what, he turned the controls toward Earth.

When the rocket finally landed on Earth's soil, his hair was a mess, but his expression was full of excitement.