R-002
TRANSCRIPT
Don't cast your lines near the old port marker tonight. I hauled my net up from the shelf and there were no fish inside — just dozens of small stamped aluminum plates. No rust. No salt damage. Every plate carried the same text.
My clock lost three minutes. The minute hand spun backward in front of me. If you're holding anything you shouldn't be, drop it back in the water. The system already knows I counted the plates.