Desperate, Elias ran to his front door, needing to know if this nightmare was contained to his mind or if the universe was actively unraveling. He grabbed the handle, but it slipped through his fingers; the brass was no longer solid, but a fluid, twisting loop.
The reflection in the mirror was wrong. Elias stared at his own face, but the jawline was pulled slightly to the left, stretched thin like warm taffy. He blinked, rubbing his eyes, but the geometry of his own bone structure refused to snap back into place. 🪞 The First Shift distorted shape
It had started with small objects. A coffee mug on his desk that suddenly looked oval instead of round. A book on his shelf that seemed to lean at an impossible angle, though its spine remained perfectly straight. Elias had dismissed it as eye strain or fatigue. Desperate, Elias ran to his front door, needing
By noon, the world outside his apartment had succumbed to the same bizarre physics. Short sentences became difficult to form in his mind as the visual noise grew louder. buckled upward in smooth, silent waves. The streetlamps drooped like weeping willows. Elias stared at his own face, but the
were elongated, silent metallic streaks stretching block to block.
Elias took a deep breath and stepped forward into the beautiful, terrifying mess of the unknown.
Please wait... it will take a second!