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The screen went black for a full ten seconds. Then text appeared, white on black, typed in a terminal font: COPY SUCCESSFUL. BUT ORIGINAL CANNOT BE OVERWRITTEN. ELIAS_BASE.EXE STILL RUNNING IN LOCATION. DO YOU WISH TO DELETE? Y/N The video ended.

She looked at her reflection in the black mirror of the monitor. Her face stared back, calm and terrified and exactly like the topmost carving on the totem. The one with the knowing smile. Totem.2023.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.YK-CM-.mp4

She had found it on an old external hard drive at a flea market, buried under corrupted JPEGs and forgotten MP3s. The label on the drive was handwritten in fading marker: Elias — do not erase . Elias was her older brother, who had vanished four years ago while backpacking through the southern deserts. The police called it a voluntary disappearance. Mira called it impossible. The screen went black for a full ten seconds

“Mira. If you’re watching this, I found it.” ELIAS_BASE

But he’d already picked up a chisel. The footage became shaky, overexposed. The totem seemed to reach for him, its wooden fingers uncurling. He pressed his forehead to the lowest face—a blank oval, waiting. “I love you, Mira. If this works, I’ll see you in a week. If not… keep watching. There’s more on this drive. Deeper folders.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. She paused the video. The totem’s carvings were strange: not eagles or bears or wolves, but human faces—her face. Dozens of them, stacked in a spiral, each expression different: laughing, crying, screaming, sleeping. The wood was weathered but the paint was fresh, dripping red and black down the grain.