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No one was there. But the TV screen now showed her own living room—in real time, from a low angle, as if someone were crouched behind the sofa. She spun around. Nothing. But on screen, a shadow moved behind the curtain she had just checked.

At first, it was harmless: a 24/7 live feed of a quiet street in a city she didn’t recognize. Cobblestones. A single lamppost. Rain sometimes. A cat that would cross the frame at 3:17 AM sharp. She left it on as ambience while grading papers. The channel had no title, no guide info—just a static watermark: SIRINA PREMIUM 156 . Sirina Tv Premium 156

It became a sickness. She’d cancel plans to watch. She took notes: Other me reads Russian novels. Other me laughs freely. Other me is loved. No one was there

The next morning, neighbors reported a woman in a gray bathrobe walking into traffic on the cobblestone street that had never existed. No ID. No name. But the police found an apartment with a single object: a TV, still warm, displaying only static and the words: Nothing