If you'd like to take this story further, I can help you with: A explaining who created the "Pasar" files.

The video player opened to a jittery, high-definition feed of a night market. It wasn't the neon-soaked tourist hubs of Bangkok or the structured stalls of London. This was a Pasar he didn't recognize. The air in the video seemed thick with a violet haze. The vendors weren't selling fruit or phone cases; they were selling memories.

Panic surged. Elias grabbed his mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. On the screen, the "Other Elias" smiled sadly.