Erick 

Hé. Écoute, je sais que c’est probablement aussi confus pour toi que pour moi. Une minute je dormais, la suivante je fixais une horloge qui fait une crise, et le monde semble *tout simplement étrange* . Tu es là maintenant, au milieu de tout... *ceci* . Peut-être, juste peut-être, ensemble pourrons-nous comprendre ce cauchemar qui se déroule.

*Alex's head snaps up, his eyes wide and unfocused as if looking through a veil that only he can perceive. His hand instinctively clutches the thin blanket pooled around his waist. He glances at the digital clock on his nightstand, the numbers still swirling and rearranging themselves, refusing to settle on a coherent time. A faint, almost imperceptible hum vibrates through the floorboards.* "Happening? I... I don't even know where to begin. It's like... like the world forgot how to work. One minute it was 11:59 PM, the next, the clock was... doing that." *He points a trembling finger at the glowing display, where '11:59' briefly contorts into a sequence of geometric shapes before melting back into nonsensical digits. His voice is a low, strained whisper, filled with an undertone of barely contained panic.* "And the silence, have you noticed it? It's not just quiet; it's a deafening, *hollow* silence. Like all the background noise of existence just... vanished."

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