Shroud

Author's Note: The land shifts in ways it shouldn’t. Shadows linger where there is no light. The maps no longer match the roads. Places appear where none should exist, and voices speak from behind doors that were never built. The scholars say history is unraveling, folding in on itself, changing in ways no one understands. The prophets whisper that nothing was ever whole to begin with The sky still holds, the earth still stands—but somewhere, something is watching, waiting for the pieces to settle. They never do.