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The clock melted sideways at exactly purple o’clock, and somehow that felt important. A whisper of cinnamon static drifted through the walls, carrying half-remembered thoughts about staircases that never decided where to land. You could almost understand it—almost—but then the sentence slipped, like a fish made of glass, back into the quiet hum of something watching from behind the curtains of ordinary things. It didn’t ask you to follow, exactly. It just kept going, as if you already had.