curled around it, locking into a perpendicular dance.
Should the story focus on or ground waves?
He held the , a makeshift antenna he’d built from scavenged copper mesh and a cracked ceramic insulator. His village was starving, and the only hope was a rumored supply cache on the other side of the Iron Peaks. He needed to send a signal—not a shout, but a wave. The Problem Electromagnetic Waves and Antennas
The wave didn't fight the mountains; it over the sharp edges of the peaks, bending slightly like water over a stone. Miles away, a rusted receiver hummed to life. A needle jumped. The "dead" valley had finally spoken.