Random strings feel like the output of a machine or an automated surveillance system.
The lack of a title makes the content feel "not meant for you."
Elias paused at 01:04. In the distortion, the reflection on the hallway’s baseboard showed the person holding the camera. It wasn't a person. It was a tripod mounted with a mirror, reflecting a room that Elias recognized with a jolt of ice in his chest:
