Somewhere, in a dusty basement across town, a screen flickered to life. A young girl sat down, captivated by the beautiful, grainy animation of a man trapped behind glass, his mouth open in a silent, stylized scream. The title card scrolled across his chest in elegant, golden letters:
The animation was a spiraling tunnel of gray snow. As he watched, the "static" began to resolve into faces—hundreds of them, blinking in unison. Elias realized with a jolt of ice in his chest that one of the faces was his own. Not a drawing, but a perfect, flickering capture of him sitting at his desk, wearing the same headset he had on right now. He tried to close the window. The cursor wouldn't move. TV TITLES - Vol.1.zip
The "TV Titles" began to cycle automatically, faster and faster. The room around him began to lose its color, fading into a high-contrast black and white. The edges of his desk became sharp, aliased lines. Somewhere, in a dusty basement across town, a