He turned around, the 8k audio still ringing in his ears, as the clock struck 11:46. The file on the screen closed itself, leaving the room in total darkness, save for the blue standby light of the monitor and the sound of someone—or something—breathing right over his shoulder.
When Elias hit play, there was no video. The screen remained a deep, abyssal black. For the first thirty seconds, there was only the "white noise" of a high-altitude wind. Then, the 8k clarity kicked in. The sound was so sharp it felt physical, like cold air rushing into the room. 1146_lauran_1_1_2-8kaudio.mov
The file name at the top of the window changed. The "1_1_2" began to count up rapidly, turning into a timestamp. 11:46 PM. He turned around, the 8k audio still ringing
He heard Lauran’s breathing. It was steady, rhythmic, and strangely calm. The screen remained a deep, abyssal black