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The figure in the red coat turned their head just enough to catch the edge of a profile, but before the face was revealed, the video glitched. Bright green digital artifacts streaked across the screen, and the audio turned into a harsh electronic hum. Elias checked the timestamp: .

He looked at the file name one last time. The numbers were just a date and time to anyone else. To Elias, they were now a coordinate to a memory he was never supposed to have—or perhaps, a warning from a version of himself that had already lived through what was coming next. VID_20201203_134436_611mp4

The person filming was wearing a jacket he didn't own, standing in a park he didn't recognize, speaking with a voice that sounded like his own but carried a weight he hadn't felt yet. The figure in the red coat turned their

He closed his eyes and tried to remember where he was that Tuesday. He searched his old calendars and emails, but December 3rd was a blank. No appointments, no sent messages. It was as if that specific minute had been edited out of his life, leaving only this 12-second clip as evidence. He looked at the file name one last time

The lens was pointed at a park bench dusted with light snow. A person sat there, back to the camera, wearing a bright red coat that cut through the gray afternoon like a signal fire. They were holding something small—a bird, maybe, or a handwritten note.

Do you have about what is actually in this video, or

He played it again, and again, and again. On the tenth loop, he noticed something in the bottom corner of the frame. Reflected in a frozen puddle near the bench was the person holding the phone. It wasn't Elias.