Distorted Shape Access

But this morning, the distortion had claimed his own flesh. He reached up and touched his cheek. His skin felt normal, smooth and familiar under his fingertips, yet the glass insisted that his face was melting toward his shoulder. 🌀 The Creeping Contortion

Elias took a deep breath and stepped forward into the beautiful, terrifying mess of the unknown. distorted shape

were elongated, silent metallic streaks stretching block to block. But this morning, the distortion had claimed his own flesh

By noon, the world outside his apartment had succumbed to the same bizarre physics. Short sentences became difficult to form in his mind as the visual noise grew louder. buckled upward in smooth, silent waves. The streetlamps drooped like weeping willows. But this morning