Prologue

There are no clear signs when it begins.
Nothing announces itself.
Nothing warns you.
It simply happens.
A moment slips through the ordinary
And displaces it.
It does not ask for permission.
It does not explain itself.
It is felt.
And within that feeling,
Something starts to unravel.
Control gives way.
Logic loses its weight.
What once felt steady… becomes unstable.
What was in its place… changes.
It is not a choice.
Nor is it a mistake.
It is a crossing.
Something that happens without guarantees,
Yet leaves consequences behind.
Because even the most fleeting thing
Can remain.
And once that happens…
There is no way back
To where it began.