As the sun dipped below the skyline, casting long shadows through my window, I felt it again; the tremor, a flicker at the edges of my perception. It had started as a whisper, an unsettling nagging in the back of my mind, but now it roared like a tempest. I sat on my bed, the familiar clutter surrounding me a half empty coffee cup, and crumpled papers. Yet, everything felt off, like a painting wit...