The camera slowly circles the characters in a smooth arc. Tim reaches out to poke Phil’s shimmering, translucent chest; his finger meets resistance as if hitting a soft rubber wall, causing blue ripples. Phil looks down at his hands, distressed and flickering. Maya steps into the foreground, her expression softening from sarcasm to intrigue as she scans the room's cluttered, antique shelves. O...
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