The crack was thin and long, stretching from the ceiling to the floor, like someone had sliced the wall with an invisible knife.
But that wasn't what shocked Mickey the most.
What shocked him the most was—
In the glow of the light, the edges of the crack—the shattered sections of the wall—were peeling away, bit by bit.
Like peeling paint, flaking off in small pieces.
And those flaking parts didn't fall to the ground.
They slowly scattered in the light, turning into countless tiny specks of light before vanishing completely.
Out of the corner of his eye, Mickey scanned the rest of the room.
More cracks were spreading across the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK—
The faint sounds of cracking grew more frequent and louder, like countless insects gnawing away at the space.
Mickey scrambled up from the floor.
He looked around.
The light was still brilliant, still illuminating everything with perfect clarity.
