When the Veil Breaks | All Horror Becomes One

The veil does not tear all at once. It fails quietly. In places no one is watching.

The first sign is the mirror. It shows you someone breathing with your mouth

closed. The second sign is the body. Scars itch. Stitches ache where

none should be. The third sign is the sound. Bones clicking softly, like teeth learning

a hymn. That is when Glass stops reflecting. Flesh stops belonging. Bone starts remembering

names. People report seeing themselves walk past windows they are standing

beside. Hospitals fill with patients missing parts they never lost.

Cemeteries echo at night. Not with voices. With rhythm. Hunters say this