The One Who Only Streams at Midnight

There's a stream that quietly starts at the same time every night.
No comments. No greetings. No voices asking for connection.

Just someone, calmly documenting something.
A life? A ritual? A confession?
No one knows for sure.

Each log seems ordinary-until it isn't.
The real horror is never shown.
It lingers in the silence, in the details, in what's not being said.

This is not a story about what happened.
This is about who's telling it.

And why you're still watching.