It started with a Nokia 6600. A hand-me-down from her older brother, its joystick was worn down to a nub, but its soul was intact. The phone’s video resolution was a joke—176x144 pixels of blurry, blocky reality. But to Meli, it was a magic window.

She had no idea if it was real. She didn't care.

The screen flickered to life. It was a news report. Grainy, black and white. A man with a serious voice spoke over crackling audio. The video showed the lunar module, but something was off. The shadows didn't match. The sky was too black. Then, the camera panned to the right, and there, just at the edge of the frame, stood a figure. It wasn't an astronaut. It was tall, thin, and absolutely still.