Slowly, he looked back at the screen. The latest photo showed the back of his own head, sitting at the computer, while a tall, shadow-draped figure stood just inches behind his chair.
He turned back to the monitor. The folder was gone. Lightroom v10.1.1 sat idle, showing only the catalog of the morning's wedding. But when he looked at his own reflection in the darkened glass of the monitor, his eyes were no longer brown. They were the same impossible violet as the sunset in the photo. Adobe Lightroom Classic v10.1.1
Should we explore a where Elias discovers what that violet light actually did to him, or Slowly, he looked back at the screen
He opened the folder. Inside was a single RAW file. He hit 'D' to jump into . The folder was gone
The floorboards of Elias’s attic studio groaned under the weight of a decade’s worth of dust and half-finished projects. He sat hunched over his workstation, the dual monitors casting a sterile blue glow against his tired eyes. He was running —an older build he refused to update because it "felt right," or perhaps because he was afraid a newer version would lose the ghost in the machine.
Behind him, the room erupted in a blinding, searing white light. When Elias finally gathered the courage to turn around, the room was empty. The door was still locked.