An old cassette recorder sits on a concrete shelf, covered in dust and yellowed tape labels. The “RECORD” button is jammed in. A red light glows faintly. On top of it, someone has placed a ceramic shard — hand-painted with unknown symbols. A small wire trails from the tape deck and disappears behind the wall. Nothing moves. The silence is deep. sector 404, object-focused oilpunk scene, decayed tech textures, analog ritual motif, sacred mundane detail, painterly grime and shadow, spiritual resonance through soundless memory