Daler

<p><p>Something isn't right.<br><br></p><p>The streets are familiar yet subtly off-like a song played in the wrong key. Time moves forward but moments slip through unseen cracks. Conversations repeat with eerie precision yet their meanings shift. Faces he's known forever now carry a faint trace of unfamiliarity. The past feels rewritten rearranged as if by an unseen hand.<br><br></p><p>The deeper he searches for answers the more the world bends-quietly deliberately as if it was never whole to begin with. Doors appear where there were none. Shadows stretch too far. Places he's certain existed vanish without a trace. He retraces his steps but nothing stays the same.<br><br></p><p>Reality is shifting. The cracks are growing.<br><br></p><p>And once they appear they never stop.</p></p>