It Came From Another Dimension

It did not arrive with an army or a proclamation. Instead, it seeped in—through screens, through voices, through the carefully chosen words of those who had already surrendered.

An unseen force threaded through the fractures of certainty, its hold tightening without resistance. It did not need to coerce. It only needed to suggest.

The world bent around it. History wavered, contorting to fit the shifting design. The past unraveled, its truths rewritten at will. Reality itself became provisional—true today, false tomorrow.

Belief was unnecessary. Doubt was enough.