Edio Yenye Shavu

The feed moved forward, gliding down the hallway. No footsteps. No shake. Just smooth… intentional motion. It reached my doorway. Paused. Then tilted slightly… like whoever held the camera was listening. Inside the room, I could see myself sitting on the bed. Phone glowing in my hands. Face pale. But something was wrong. There were two shadows in my room. Mine… And one that didn’t match my shape. The second shadow stood before I did. On the screen, my body rose slowly from the mattress. In real