On his third night, the Wi-Fi flickered. Arjun’s screen glitched, displaying not his timeline, but a green-text terminal. A single line blinked:

The figure handed him a cracked smartphone. On it, a new file appeared: Season_of_the_Witch_isaidub_PROPER_4K_FINAL.mkv . Size: 0 bytes.

Arjun ran. But when he reached the bungalow, his editing software was already open. The timeline had been wiped. In its place was a single video track: a live feed from the stone circle. He watched himself, on screen, walk back to the circle. He watched himself sit down. He watched the figure place a 16mm camera in his hands.

At 2:45 AM, he stepped out. The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with wet earth and something else—frankincense. The path behind the bungalow led to a ring of moss-covered stones. In the center sat a hunched figure in a hoodie, face hidden behind a mirrored screen. Next to the figure was an old Betacam SP deck running off a car battery.