He clicked the link. The page groaned under the weight of its own trackers.
Then, the text appeared, but not in the game’s whimsical font. It was plain, white, typewriter-style text in the center of the void: He clicked the link
The cursor blinked in the search bar, a lone lighthouse in the dim glow of Elias’s bedroom. Outside, a heavy October rain lashed against the window, but inside, Elias was hunting for a ghost of July. the text appeared