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were elongated, silent metallic streaks stretching block to block.

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

He pressed his forehead against the wooden door. He closed his eyes and tried to remember the simple, rigid shapes of the world he once knew: the sharp right angle of a table, the perfect grid of the city, the reassuring circle of a clock. When he opened them, the door was gone entirely, replaced by a swirling, shapeless void of color. were elongated, silent metallic streaks stretching block to

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. He blinked, rubbing his eyes, but the geometry