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Her mother’s voice, recorded from a call Mira had made three weeks ago: “Mira, please stop scrolling so much. You’re losing time. You’re losing yourself.”
She swiped.
Mira didn’t have a basement.
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The first video: a girl her age, sitting in a room identical to Mira’s. Same chipped blue wall paint. Same IKEA lamp with the crooked shade. The girl smiled and whispered, “You shouldn’t have downloaded this.”
Second video: herself. Not a look-alike. Her. From ten minutes ago, tapping the download button. The video was shot from behind her own shoulder, as if someone had been standing in her room, filming. She hadn’t heard a click. She lived alone. She’d seen the ads before
She stared at her phone from across the room. The black musical note icon pulsed faster. Beneath it, a new message appeared on her lock screen, even though she hadn’t touched anything: