Then, one of the figures stopped directly in front of the camera. It raised a hand, fingers unnaturally long, and tapped the lens. A sound like a crystal bell chimed from his speakers.
Leo leaned in. The street was not a forest. It was a midnight-blue cobblestone lane, slick as if it had just rained. The buildings were not nipa huts or modern concrete. They were wrought-iron and obsidian, with tall, narrow windows glowing with warm amber light that didn't seem to have a source. biringan city google map street view
The screen went black. When his monitor rebooted, Google Maps was open to his own apartment building. The coordinates for Biringan City were gone. The entire grid had vanished, replaced by the same old green mangrove delta. Then, one of the figures stopped directly in
Leo slammed the spacebar for NO.