Hey.
So… this is real now.
When I started this story last year, I honestly thought I was just testing the waters. A scene here. A vibe there. I didn’t expect it to turn into something, this layered, or this personal.
But here we are.
Static Hours is officially complete.
I want to say thank you — genuinely — to everyone who read, voted, commented, bookmarked, theorized, or just quietly stayed with the story. Whether you were here from the first chapter or found it somewhere along the way, you mattered more than you know. You kept the signal alive.
This story changed as I changed. It grew teeth. It grew scars. It became something I never could’ve planned at the start — and that’s because of the space this platform gave me to experiment, fail, rewrite, and keep going.
If you caught the details, the echoes, the weird little breadcrumbs — thank you for paying attention.
If you didn’t, that’s okay too. Some stories hit differently on the reread.
For now, the broadcast is over.
The static… maybe not.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for being here.
— J