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At first, there was nothing but static. He was about to close it when the static shifted. It became rhythmic. Crashing waves. A warm, tropical breeze whistling through a microphone. The distant, lazy squawk of a seagull.

The sound of the waves on the track was no longer soothing. It was a taunt. He realized that while he had all the time in the world, he was utterly alone in it. There was no internet to browse because data couldn't transfer. There were no new messages from friends. The world was a beautiful, paused museum, and he was the only patron. Island.Time.rar

Leo leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. The sound was incredibly immersive. He could almost smell the salt in the air. He decided to leave it playing in the background while he worked on sorting a folder of vintage desktop wallpapers. That was when the anomalies started. At first, there was nothing but static

He clicked to drag a file. Usually, it took a fraction of a second. Now, the icon drifted across his screen in heavy, agonizing slow motion. He looked at the clock in the bottom right corner of his monitor. 03:17:01 Crashing waves