A text box appears on the screen, the only thing not yet drowned:
When run, the screen doesn't go black; it turns into a mirror. But it’s a mirror that reflects the room as it was ten minutes ago. You watch your past self sit down, reach for the mouse, and click the file. You see the past-you freeze, just as you are freezing now. BLCK.rar
Then, the "Black Tar" begins to seep from the edges of the monitor. It isn’t digital. It’s a thick, viscous ink that smells of ozone and old libraries. It pools on the desk, heavy and silent, swallowing the keyboard. A text box appears on the screen, the