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For sixty seconds, the recording captured nothing but the music and the soft glow of the interface. It was a digital time capsule. No one else was awake. The world was just a 6-inch screen and a memory of a pier.

The screen flickered to life at 10:37 PM. The red recording dot pulsed in the corner of the iPhone, a tiny digital heartbeat. RPReplay_Final1621660673.mov

He never watched it again, but knowing it was sitting in his cloud—a minute of captured starlight—was enough. For sixty seconds, the recording captured nothing but