In the corner of the 200th image, a figure appeared—a man sitting on the bench, holding a newspaper. Elias leaned in, his breath fogging the screen. The date on the newspaper was tomorrow.

He scrolled frantically to the end of the folder. The images continued until day 365, where the bench was gone, replaced by a gleaming, silver structure that defied the laws of modern architecture.

The name was a riddle. "365" suggested a year, or perhaps a full cycle. "Vit" could be Vitruvian, Vitality, or something more clinical. He clicked download. The progress bar crawled forward, a thin green line battling against decades of encryption.