The Amber Dial

A soft golden glow spilled out from low on the radio cabinet. I paused two paces away, watching the faint circular light breathe quietly against the wood floor. It held steady. Stepping closer, I found a smooth wooden knob resting just within my reach. I planted my paws and nudged the rounded rim with my nose. It turned with a small, satisfying click. A low, warm hum swelled from the speaker cloth above, spreading a faint, soothing vibration across the floorboards under my pads. I leaned against the solid wood base to listen.