As he watched, the camera zoomed in—not digitally, but physically, as if the tripod were walking. A voice, distorted by decades of digital degradation, whispered through the static: “Everything we waste eventually gathers in the dark.”
As he watched, the camera zoomed in—not digitally, but physically, as if the tripod were walking. A voice, distorted by decades of digital degradation, whispered through the static: “Everything we waste eventually gathers in the dark.”
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