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Elias doesn’t answer. He fits the key into a padlock that shouldn't exist on a government-owned fence. With a heavy clack , the lock falls open.

Elias turns back, a strange, peaceful smile on his face. He opens his mouth to say something—perhaps the secret of where the bridge leads—but the video cuts to black. The file ends at exactly 22 seconds, leaving the viewer wondering if he ever stepped off the other side. VID_20230110_104327_222.mp4

"Ten forty-three," Elias mutters, checking his watch. "Right on time." Elias doesn’t answer

Suddenly, the video glitches. The shadows on the ground begin to move independently of the light. The stone bridge doesn't change, but the world under it does. For a fleeting second, the dry earth beneath the arches ripples like water, reflecting a city made of glass and violet light. Elias takes a step onto the first stone. "Wait!" the camera operator shouts. Elias turns back, a strange, peaceful smile on his face

"You sure about the coordinates?" a voice asks from behind the camera—breath visible in the sharp air.

The camera shakes slightly as the recording begins. The lens is clouded with condensation from a coat pocket. A thumb wipes it clear, revealing a stretch of empty, frost-covered highway in the high desert.