Chapter 118 – Daphne POV
It's been four years since I came into this world.
God.
This place is my favorite and my least favorite, all at once.
It's the absurdity of it, I think. The chaos that simmers beneath everything, like a reality teetering on the edge of forgetting itself.
I used to walk down a street and watch entire buildings vanish—swallowed by black holes that blinked open and shut like lazy gods. And when I looked around for anyone else to react?
Nothing.
Once, I passed a florist that turned into a butcher overnight, but the woman behind the counter still handed me roses, blood dripping from the petals.
People would keep sipping coffee next to a warping void like the laws of physics weren't being rewritten beside them.
