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Beatrice sighed. “The connection is weak tonight. But it’s there. You just have to look at the edges.”

For the next forty-five minutes, the video became a lecture. A fever dream. Beatrice spoke of the “Interstitial,” a layer of reality that existed between the frames of perception. She argued that time was not a river, but a film strip—a sequence of still images. And that between Image A and Image B, there was a gap. A crack. A dark, silent place where things that were not quite real could hide. Untitled Video

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