A girl in a yellow raincoat stood at the edge of a pier. The ocean behind her wasn't water—it was a slow, churning galaxy. She turned her head, looked directly into the lens, and whispered, "You’re late."

“Understand what?”

The video remains unplayed. The pier still stands, frozen in its final frame. And somewhere in the digital dark, a girl in a yellow raincoat waits patiently, because some stories don’t need endings.

“Mom?” His voice cracked.

He pressed play.