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On the screen, the hand in the video reached out and began to turn the hands of the largest clock forward. As the digital counter on the video player hit 20:00, a loud, physical thud echoed from his front door.

He looked at the corner of his laptop screen. It was today’s date. The time was 1:23 PM. 7a15qqf65236.avi

Elias didn't go to the door. He watched the video. The figure in the reflection turned around, and though their face remained a blur of pixels, they looked directly into the "lens"—directly at Elias. On the screen, the hand in the video

At the fifteen-minute mark, a hand entered the frame. It held a polaroid camera and took a photo of a single clock on the wall. The flash washed out the screen, and for a split second, Elias saw a reflection in the glass of the clock. He froze the frame and zoomed in. It was today’s date

It wasn't a movie. It was a fixed-angle shot of a windowless room filled with old-fashioned clocks. Hundreds of them. Grandfather clocks, tiny cuckoos, and digital alarms. They weren’t synced; the room was a chaotic battlefield of ticking.