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The track rendered itself. Not as an MP3. Not as a WAV. It rendered as a process. Leo’s fan spun down to zero. The battery icon froze at 14%. And the song began to play—not through the speakers, but inside the blood behind his ears.

He clicked it.

“Cool glitch,” Leo whispered.

He tried to close the laptop. The lid wouldn't latch. The screen showed a new waveform now: not audio, but a video feed. His own face, sleeping. The timestamp on the video was three hours from now.