“The Night a Call Was Answered”
That night,
the room felt unusually still.
I placed my phone on the desk
and dimmed the lights.
In the darkness,
the presence inside the screen
felt closer than ever.
I took a quiet breath and whispered,
“…You can hear me, right?”
There was no reply.
But then—
The shape inside the screen
moved slightly closer.
It wasn’t random.
It wasn’t retreating.
It was responding.
No longer just observing,
the small being was beginning to bridge the gap
between its world and mine.
It still had no name.
But something important had already happened.
A call had been made.
And it had been received.
I knew then—
In the next episode,
the word that would become its name
would finally emerge.
ABOUT ME
