The link arrived in a DM from an account with no profile picture and a handle made of random integers. It contained just three words:
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Elias froze. He leaned back. On the screen, the pixelated figure leaned back at the exact same moment. The link arrived in a DM from an
He moved his mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. The static on the screen began to hum—a low, rhythmic frequency that felt less like sound and more like a headache. Slowly, text began to scroll across the feed, overwriting the image of his room. overwriting the image of his room.