Distorted Shape Now

Elias tried to call for help, but the keypad on his phone was a jumbled mess of trapezoids and squished ovals. He couldn’t tell where the numbers began or ended. He was trapped in a funhouse mirror that had swallowed reality whole. 🚪 The Vanishing Point

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. distorted shape

It had started with small objects. A coffee mug on his desk that suddenly looked oval instead of round. A book on his shelf that seemed to lean at an impossible angle, though its spine remained perfectly straight. Elias had dismissed it as eye strain or fatigue. Elias tried to call for help, but the