In its place was a silhouette. Not a person. Something that wore a person like a loose coat. It stood in a field of tall grass at twilight, facing away from the camera. Its shoulders were too wide, its neck too long. The sky behind it was wrong—the stars were arranged in unfamiliar constellations, and a bloated, violet moon hung low on the horizon.
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Leo paused the video. His reflection stared back from the black screen, but for a fraction of a second, he could have sworn the reflection blinked a moment after he did. In its place was a silhouette
Leo, a digital archivist with insomnia and a soft spot for the doomed, downloaded it at 2:17 AM. and a bloated