M6 Direct: Tv

The screen went grey again. Then black. Then the faint hum of a truly dead television filled the room.

Elara waved. The TV-Elara waved back, but with a slight, chilling delay. Tv M6 Direct

The TV-Elara's lips moved, but no sound came from the set. Instead, a single line of white text scrolled across the bottom, like a news ticker. The screen went grey again

A room appeared. Not a studio, but a bedroom. Her bedroom. The camera—or whatever was on the other side—was positioned where her wardrobe stood, pointing directly at her bed. She saw herself, sitting cross-legged on the rug, staring back at the blank TV screen. Only, on the TV, the version of her was two seconds ahead. Elara waved

Behind the TV-Elara, in the reflection of the mirror on her wall, there was a shape. Taller than a person should be, its head brushing the ceiling, its limbs too long, its edges bleeding into the shadows. It was standing exactly where the real wardrobe stood.