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Right ear (English, clipped and cold): “You are the harvest.”

He stumbled to the window. The street outside was empty. No cars. No streetlights. Just the same, starless black sky from the film. And in the middle of the asphalt below, a crack had formed overnight. From it, a single, obsidian-black seed, exactly like the one on screen, was beginning to push upward.

And in the center of the screen, the file name had changed.