Elias felt a chill. He looked at the bottom right of his computer screen. Today was April 28, 2026.
For the first three minutes, nothing happened. Then, the man began to speak. There was no audio, but as he moved his lips, the "mist" around his face began to expand, filling the room like ink in water. Just before the screen was swallowed by total darkness, the man held up a handwritten sign to the camera. It was a string of coordinates and a date: g4_0171.mp4
A man sat in the chair. He wore a standard technician’s jumpsuit, but his face was obscured by a thick, grey haze—not a digital blur, but a physical mist that seemed to cling only to his skin. Elias felt a chill