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As he reached the lantern, he saw it wasn't held by a person. It hung from the branch of a dead oak tree. Beneath it sat a computer monitor, half-buried in the drifts, its screen glowing with the same flickering cursor he’d seen moments ago.

The extraction bar crawled across the screen. 1%... 15%... 60%. As it progressed, the temperature in Elias’s small apartment began to drop. He pulled his hoodie tighter, his breath hitching as a thin mist began to escape his lips. He checked the thermostat—72 degrees. He checked the window—shut tight against the mild autumn evening.

The world is full of noise, Elias. We just provided the silence. Do you want to go back to the noise, or do you want to see how deep the snow really goes?

The files were cold, colder than the digital void usually felt. Elias stared at the flickering cursor, the name burned into his screen: .

Elias looked back. The forest was gone. There was only white. He looked at the monitor, then at his hands, which were slowly turning into pixels of falling frost. He didn't feel afraid anymore. He felt quiet. He typed his final command: Show me.

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