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When an object moves, it seems to come to life. Objects breathe, blink. They move to their own rhythm, as if they were possessed. Ghostly objects that repeat behind them hidden messages in the cadence, the pulses, and the Morse code. A ghost makes present again what gives it meaning. Like an echo or a trace, they are never the same as they once were. They send signals, communicate in an encrypted and unintelligible message.