When the CD-R arrived, it wasn't pressed plastic. It was a translucent crimson disc, smelling faintly of iron and incense. My Japanese PS2 growled as it spun.
The auction listing had no picture, just a blurry scan of a disc with a single kanji character: 闇 (Darkness). The title read: Red Seeds Profile -NTSC-J--ISO- . I bought it for three dollars.
And I have never planted anything since.
The ISO had overwritten my system clock. And in the dark reflection of the CRT, I swear I saw a scarecrow smile.
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