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He clicked the "Play" button. The screen flickered, not with the usual grainy 480p, but with a perfect, unnerving clarity. The film’s opening credits rolled, but the sound was wrong. Instead of 80s synth music, he heard static—and a low, rhythmic breathing that wasn't his own.

He never typed that URL again. But sometimes, late at night, his laptop would boot up on its own. And on the screen, a single, silent movie would play: a live feed of him, sleeping.

Arjun paused. The breathing stopped. He unpaused. It returned.