Luna has become the broadcast itself, her voice the static that fills every screen. She drifts through a gray expanse of her own signal, trying to remember what it felt like to have hands, a mouth, a body. The sewn-eyes woman appears as a flicker, revealing that the cycle is not broken—it's just changed shape. Luna finds a cold room filled with monitors, each showing a different version of her past, and understands she is now the one who must decide whether to turn off the power. A door labeled 'The Quiet Room' pulses with her own heartbeat, and from inside, her own voice whispers a warning she cannot ignore.