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Something's off. Things have felt off for a while now, haven't they? Details, information and loose ends seem to be slipping through the fingers of reality, the tighter they're gripped, the faster they melt away. Nothing can be done to stop it, the softness of the action so gentle it's impossible to tell it's happening. The only thing you can do is scrutinise the erosion the pieces of truth left behind as they tumbled away, the only sign that something was there to begin with. Sometimes you have to look where the furniture isn't.
Fanfiction inspired by the fabulous work of this OP, definitely read it: https://docs.google.com/document/d/193IXS11XN46lziHRb6eUpM17yK0BQkRqke1Wh64A_e0/edit 
 I DO NOT OWN THE ART ON THE COVER