S2E78 - The Splice Where My Mother Begins

Luna's fingers are frozen on the tape, her mother's eyes tracking her through the hiss. She does not cut. Instead, she threads the reel backward, and the station's hum reverses into a child's voice—Luna's voice—singing a lullaby she has never learned. The room peels away, and she finds herself in a 1959 radio studio where a young woman with her mother's face is recording the master reel. But the woman is not her mother—she is a copy, the first copy, and she is terrified. Luna realizes the station was born from a single act of violence: a woman...