The Day I Met Her

<p>One morning the world shifts - and only one person notices.</p><p>He wakes up in a woman's body: her voice her long hair her delicate hands. But his memories his temperament his sense of self remain intact. Outside the city moves as it always has - except the people within it feel strangely rearranged. The loud have become quiet. The timid now carry themselves with effortless confidence. Familiar faces wear personalities that do not belong to them.</p><p>No one questions the change.</p><p> No one remembers who they once were.</p><p> No one except him.</p><p>As days pass the world continues to rewrite itself. Relationships fracture. Roles reverse. And slowly quietly his own memories begin to slip. Names blur. Faces double. Moments lived only yesterday dissolve like morning mist. Every reflective surface seems to hold a version of himself that should not exist... a version that watches him back.</p><p>Something is terribly wrong with the fabric of reality.</p><p>And someone - or something - remembers the world before the change just as clearly as he does.</p><p><em>A surreal psychological mystery about identity memory and the silent forces that shape our lives - perfect for readers drawn to the shadowed spaces between reality and dream.</em></p>