The television was turned on, to the same channel it was last left to. The channel that didn’t exist. However, before a face could even appear, a tape was out into the television. The ever-present sound of static dulled to near silence. There was another presence in the television now.
(( @time-displaced ))
She is not alone.
She fumbles around for a light, for clarity, for understanding, and her hands find a face.
She screams, astonished and terrified by the immediacy of it, the reality in a world that is often so unreal.
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"Who are you?"














