Soon, it was time to depart. Zoey didn't wait for the bus.
While the others packed bags and loaded luggage into the convoy vehicles beneath the pale morning light of Starfall Isle's resort parking area, Zoey sat cross-legged on her bed with her laptop open in front of her. Beside her, Zack moved around the room helping her pack the last of her things while she made final adjustments to the export settings with the calm, deliberate focus of someone who already knew exactly what she intended to release, and who she intended to send it to.
She rendered the file. Packaged it cleanly. Then she sent it to Maya.
Maya uploaded it from the back seat of the Huracán before Stan had even finished loading the car.
TikTuk first.
Then VTube.
Title: [GHOST SIGNAL — Student Short Film.]
The description was minimal. The credits precise. No behind-the-scenes explanations, no equipment breakdowns, no attempt to frame the audience's reaction before they watched it.
