Crayons - MK Vale

The lines were never random.

Amelia begins to notice them everywhere-on the floor, in her work, in the way people speak to her. Small patterns. Repeated phrases. Colors that appear too often, too precisely.

At first, it's easy to explain.

Her son. Her work. Stress.

But the more she looks, the more the structure reveals itself.

People start saying the same things.

Conversations repeat with slight changes.

The world begins to feel arranged instead of lived in.

And the most unsettling part-

it reacts to her.

As Amelia tries to pull away, the pattern tightens.

Because noticing it...

is what makes it move.