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The video jittered. The violet sea suddenly froze into a flat, grey plane of untextured polygons. The woman's hand turned into a wireframe mesh, then vanished. The file ended abruptly at the 12-second mark. But then a hand entered the frame
He opened it. There was only one line of text: “You’re late. Look up.” The audio was a low, rhythmic thrum—like a