The Infinity Loop

If you listened closely at 3 AM during a breakdown, you could hear a faint whisper layered under the bassline: “Let me out… let me out…”

The URL was a mess of random letters. A temporary host.

“Probably a virus,” Leo muttered. But his latest mix was due for a radio submission in 48 hours. He clicked.

Leo tried to close the laptop. The battery was out, the plug was pulled, but the screen stayed on. He looked at the reflection in the dark glass. His own face was dissolving into pixels—into a waveform.