Not all fractures are visible.
Some live beneath polished surfaces, hidden by composure and time.
Invisible until pressure finds them.
And when it does…
They spread.
Quietly.
Unstoppably.
The city had regained its rhythm.
At least on the outside.
Traffic surged.
Voices layered over sidewalks.
Glass buildings reflected a world that looked perfectly intact.
But beneath that surface, shifts were happening.
Small ones.
Silent...