axiomeon

You were never supposed to notice. At first, it was small. Moments skipping. Sounds arriving before they were made. Movements completing before they began. The world felt… delayed. Like everything was always just a step behind something you couldn’t see. Then came the fractures. A falling object would hit the ground before it dropped. A person would speak after their voice had already been heard. Shadows moved without their source. Cause and effect no longer agreed on which came first. You tried to ignore it. Until the day everything stopped. Not slowed. Not frozen. Stopped. The wind halted mid-air. Light hung motionless. Sound vanished completely. The world became a still frame — a perfect, unmoving snapshot of existence. But you… You could still move. And that’s when you saw him. At first, he wasn’t there. Then he was. No transition. No arrival. No motion. Just presence. A figure standing where nothing had been, as if he had always existed in that exact position. His form shimmered slightly, like reality itself couldn’t fully render him. Lines bent around him. Space warped subtly, as if struggling to keep up. You realized something terrifying: Time wasn’t stopped. It simply couldn’t keep up with him. His gaze shifted — not slowly, not quickly — but in a way that made the concept of “movement” meaningless. And somehow… He was looking directly at you