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The figure in the red coat turned their head just enough to catch the edge of a profile, but before the face was revealed, the video glitched. Bright green digital artifacts streaked across the screen, and the audio turned into a harsh electronic hum. Elias checked the timestamp: .

When he clicked play, the image didn't immediately appear. There was only the sound of heavy wind and the rhythmic thwack-thwack of a flag hitting a pole. Then, the camera stabilized. VID_20201203_134436_611mp4

He played it again, and again, and again. On the tenth loop, he noticed something in the bottom corner of the frame. Reflected in a frozen puddle near the bench was the person holding the phone. It wasn't Elias. The figure in the red coat turned their

In the video, Elias heard his own voice from three years ago, a whisper barely audible over the wind: "I don't think they're coming." When he clicked play, the image didn't immediately appear

He looked at the file name one last time. The numbers were just a date and time to anyone else. To Elias, they were now a coordinate to a memory he was never supposed to have—or perhaps, a warning from a version of himself that had already lived through what was coming next.

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The person filming was wearing a jacket he didn't own, standing in a park he didn't recognize, speaking with a voice that sounded like his own but carried a weight he hadn't felt yet.