While Heaven was in chaos, Earth was not different.
The sky over Athens had been wrong for three days.
Not dark. Not storming. Just... wrong. The clouds moved in directions they shouldn't. The light filtered through at angles that made people stop mid-step and squint, like their eyes had forgotten how to see. Birds flew in circles. Dogs wouldn't go outside.
No one said the word "apocalypse."
But everyone thought it.
Elena stood on her apartment balcony, coffee cold in her hands, watching the horizon. The city sprawled below her—same streets, same buildings, same cars crawling through traffic. But the light. The light was different. Softer at noon. Sharper at dusk. Like someone had turned the dial on reality and forgotten to set it back.
Her phone buzzed. She didn't look at it.
Leo had been texting for hours. "You seeing this?" "Elena, what's happening?" "The news is saying nothing but everyone's freaking out."
