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The playback bar reached the end. Elias sat in the dark of his study, the same hum from the video suddenly vibrating faintly in the floorboards beneath his chair. He looked at the date on his taskbar: it wasn't November anymore, but the air in the room had just turned freezing.

On screen, the light expands. It doesn't illuminate the woods; it seems to erase them, turning the trees into flat, black silhouettes. Just as the light rushes toward the lens—as if noticing the observer—the video cuts to black. VID_20221114_232832_322.mp4

The video started with a shaky, out-of-focus shot of his own boots crunching through dead leaves. The audio was mostly the rhythmic huff of his breath hitting the cold air. At 11:28 PM, the world should have been asleep, but Elias had been following a sound—a low, melodic hum that seemed to vibrate in his teeth rather than his ears. The playback bar reached the end