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In the video, the elevator doors at the end of the hall creaked open. A man stepped out. He looked exhausted, wearing the same coffee-stained sweater Elias was wearing right now. The "Video-Elias" walked toward the camera, his eyes wide with a frantic, glazed look. He stopped just inches from the lens, his breath fogging the glass.

A soft ding echoed through the empty building. It was the sound of the elevator reaching his floor. Elias stared at the dark reflection of his screen, his hands trembling. He knew he shouldn't look, but the instinct was a physical pull. DIC-094-MR.mp4

Behind him, the air grew unnaturally cold, smelling of ozone and ancient dust. He felt a weight, like a heavy cloak, begin to settle onto his shoulders. In the video, the elevator doors at the

It was a fixed-angle shot of a hallway Elias recognized instantly: the basement of the very archives building where he sat. The timestamp at the bottom read —today’s date—but the time was set ten minutes into the future. The "Video-Elias" walked toward the camera, his eyes