Spectrum Remote B023 -

Mira smiled—a real smile, the kind her grandmother had always said meant trouble.

She pressed MUTE.

But he was learning how to cross over.

For three days, she didn't touch it. But the remote hummed at night. She’d wake to find the lens glowing, cycling through channels: a child’s bedroom where the wallpaper bled, a parking garage where shadows moved backward, a conference room where every attendee wore the same face—her grandmother’s face. Spectrum Remote B023

“I used it to find your grandfather after he died. Then I used it to un-die him. Then I used it to make sure you were never born in the timeline where the accident took me instead of him. You exist because I kept pressing PAUSE on the wrong moments.” Mira smiled—a real smile, the kind her grandmother

Mira smiled—a real smile, the kind her grandmother had always said meant trouble.

She pressed MUTE.

But he was learning how to cross over.

For three days, she didn't touch it. But the remote hummed at night. She’d wake to find the lens glowing, cycling through channels: a child’s bedroom where the wallpaper bled, a parking garage where shadows moved backward, a conference room where every attendee wore the same face—her grandmother’s face.

“I used it to find your grandfather after he died. Then I used it to un-die him. Then I used it to make sure you were never born in the timeline where the accident took me instead of him. You exist because I kept pressing PAUSE on the wrong moments.”