"Pi," Elias whispered. He knew he shouldn’t click it. As a systems analyst, he spent his days preaching about digital hygiene and the dangers of mysterious attachments. But the file size was too specific to be an accident. It was a digital wink.

Elias stared at the blinking cursor in the center of the dark screen. The email had no subject line and an encrypted sender address, yet it sat at the top of his inbox like a heavy weight. In the center of the message was a single, gray button:

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He moved his laptop to an air-gapped terminal—a computer disconnected from the rest of the world—just in case. With a sharp exhale, he clicked.

As Elias watched, a shimmering rift tore open in the center of the circle, a hole in the air that bled a soft, violet light.