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When he woke up the next morning, the apartment was empty. The computer was still on, but the wallpaper had changed. The footprints on the screen no longer led toward the trees. They led back toward the door, which was now firmly shut.

On the rug beneath Elias’s desk, there was a small, melting pile of fresh snow. When he woke up the next morning, the apartment was empty

was a sprawling lodge of dark timber, surrounded by a frozen lake that reflected a violet sunset. Image 65 , the final one, was different. They led back toward the door, which was now firmly shut

That night, the heating in his apartment failed. As the room grew cold, Elias didn't shiver. He stared at the screen. He could almost smell the woodsmoke. He could almost hear the crunch of snow under boots. Image 65 , the final one, was different

One by one, the images filled his screen. They were more than just wallpapers; they were windows.

Elias had downloaded it on a whim during a particularly humid July night in the city. Now, as the first real snow of December began to blur the world outside his window, he finally clicked "Extract."

The cursor hovered over the file labeled