Silhouette in the Sky

The skies were clear until that day. A presence, indistinct yet imposing, hovered just beyond reach.

Glitch. Fragment. Reality fractures when framed not by lines but by shadows.

Neighbors whispered. The question lingered: Is it friend, foe, or just an illusion?

Time ticks differently when observing what shouldn't be there. Its form, it's outline, its absence looms large in the mind.

In the end, shadows cast are shadows lost. Somewhere, nowhere, everywhere. Follow the disappearance.