Unleash the Adventure!

I'm am a thing that echoes from the past,

Where somehow waves forever last.

Through tubes and wires, history's spun,

Through me, the stories of old are sung.

 

From Marconi's spark to modern tunes,

From my chest an antique treasure croons,

Tuned to frequencies lost in time,

I hide in a shrine to the airwave's prime.

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To answer this riddle a question you must best:

What am I? Have you guessed?

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