Playback mode , a soft, genderless voice whispered in her ear. You are the audience. But you may also become the editor.
Mira’s thumb hovered over the glowing icon: . A stylized ‘X’ that looked like two intersecting film reels. Her reflection stared back from the dark phone screen—tired eyes, a faint coffee stain on her shirt. She was a ghost haunting the editing bay, a ghost with a deadline. xtv digital app
The phone grew warm in her hand.