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Suddenly, the swing stops dead in mid-air, defying gravity at its highest point.

The camera jolts. Elias gasps, the phone slipping slightly in his grip. When he stabilizes the shot a second later, the swing is hanging perfectly still. The "ripple" is gone. But standing exactly where the camera had been pointed—just ten feet away from Elias—is a small, wooden carving of a horse, identical to the one he’d lost at that same park fifteen years ago. VID_20221031_053042_958.mp4

He pans the camera back toward the park across the street. In the center of the playground, a single swing is moving. It isn’t just swaying in the wind; it’s rhythmic, high, and aggressive, as if someone is pumping their legs with all their might. But the seat is empty. Suddenly, the swing stops dead in mid-air, defying