The Wistful Saga
The glass does not break; it shatters, a violent, crystalline explosion that fills the air with a sound like a thousand tiny bells dying, and you stand there in the middle of the kitchen, your hands still outstretched as if you had been trying to catch a bird, but instead you have caught only the cold, sharp edges of a world that was supposed to be whole, and the silence that follows is not...
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