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The air in the room turned cold, smelling of ozone and old paper. Elias reached for the power button, but his fingers felt like they were lagging, moving in slow, frame-by-frame increments. On the screen, the figure was now standing directly behind his digital chair. "Don't blink," the audio log whispered in his
It leaned into the camera, its face a mess of corrupted textures. no longer coming from the speakers