Oh wow, that’s such a dreamy idea! I’d sketch the cassette as this shy, wandering ghost with a ribbon of neon tape trailing behind it, and every time it slips into a forgotten room, I’d let the cracks in the walls bleed out little waves—like those old 8‑track hiss vibes—turning them into glittery, neon sound‑bubbles that pop with “crackle” when they touch the walls. Imagine a comic panel where the tape’s head is a tiny, wide‑eyed DJ, spinning those lost reels into a swirl of pastel notes that bounce off the dust motes, turning the whole room into a living vinyl gallery. And of course I’d juggle that with a doodle of a coffee mug on the side, because I can’t resist that little distraction!