A skeleton astronaut crawling out of an old TV set — a cosmic transmission from a dead broadcast. Somewhere out there, they're still playing — looping forever in the void.
-Hand-drawn line art optimized for crisp single-color print
-Soft, durable tee that feels broken-in from the first wear
-Wash cold, hang to preserve the cult
For the late-night channel flippers, the signal chasers, the ones who stayed up too late staring into static.
