r-o-o-k-i-e

My job was supposed to be about zoning bylaws and placating angry residents in the perpetually grey city of Stillwater Creek. Then the cracks started showing—literally. Bone-white, crystalline ''''Still-Blooms'''' push through asphalt, reality feels thin, and people are using words that shouldn''''t exist, like ''''Cognito-Shift'''' and ''''Veridian Weft,'''' acting like it''''s normal.