The Replay Paradox

Steve found an ancient replay file tonight, a relic from forgotten game saves.

Little did he know, it held a message from an unexpected source.

Curiosity piqued, Steve loaded the dusty file into his old blocky TV,

eager to revisit past adventures. But this was no ordinary replay. The screen shimmered,

revealing his own world, but different. Empty. And the date.

It was set for tomorrow. Then, a figure appeared: himself,

from tomorrow, tirelessly digging in a gloomy cave. He stopped. He looked directly

at the camera. A silent, desperate wave. A warning. Don't log in