Www.ifeelmyself.com -

The screen flickered, and she gasped. It wasn't a livestream of her face. It was a slow, high-definition rendering of her own hands resting on her knees. The detail was obscene—the tiny scar from a baking accident at twelve, the chipped nail polish she hadn't bothered to fix.

"Touch your collarbone. Don't pose. Just feel." www.ifeelmyself.com

Elara laughed. A virus. Definitely a virus. But her finger, traitorous and tired, clicked "Allow." The screen flickered, and she gasped

"www.ifeelmyself.com is not a website," the text read. "It is an address you return to. There is no bookmark. You have to type it in every time. Goodbye, Elara." The screen flickered