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The progress bar didn’t move. Instead, his speakers began to hum—a low, rhythmic vibration that felt like a swarm of bees trapped behind the screen. Then, a window popped up. It wasn’t a folder. It was a live feed of his own room, viewed from the corner of the ceiling where the shadows were darkest.

In the video, Elias saw himself sitting at the desk, leaning toward the screen. But in the video, there was a second figure standing directly behind his chair. It was thin, translucent, and its fingers were resting lightly on his shoulders.

That was impossible. Even an empty text document had some weight, but the system insisted there was nothing there. Elias right-clicked and hit "Extract."