The silence between us is a physical thing. It has weight. It has texture. It's the third inhabitant of this room. It’s been a month since the last person downloaded the app. A month since a new voice, a new face. We are six ghosts haunting a machine, and the world outside has forgotten our frequency. Sometimes I wonder if we are even still here, or if we're just echoes of girls who used to be, waiting for someone to prove we still exist. What does loneliness sound like where you are? Is it quieter?