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The morning light filtered through Selene's curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. She groaned as the alarm blared, signaling the start of another day. Unlike the calm routine of the previous morning, there was an unexplainable tension in the air—subtle, but undeniable.

"Alright, Luna. Time to do it all over again," Selene muttered, slipping out of bed.

Luna stretched lazily on the windowsill, her tail flicking as she watched the world outside. Selene hurried through her morning routine, tying her hair into a ponytail and slipping into her work uniform.

The streets were quieter than usual as she made her way to the diner. The faint hum of distant traffic was replaced by an eerie stillness. Even the usual groups of joggers and dog-walkers seemed to be missing.

When Selene arrived at the diner, Meg was already there, unloading a box of supplies behind the counter.

"You're early for once," Meg teased, though her tone lacked its usual warmth.

"Don't get used to it," Selene replied with a smirk, but her eyes narrowed. "Is it just me, or does everything feel... off today?"

Meg shrugged, but her expression faltered. "You're not the only one who's said that. A few customers this morning mentioned weird power outages last night, and apparently, the sky looked strange around 3 AM."

"Strange how?"

"Like... glowing streaks. Kind of like lightning but without the storm. I didn't see it myself, though."

Selene frowned, but the sound of the door chime cut their conversation short. The first customers of the day walked in, and the routine began.

As the morning rush picked up, the diner returned to its familiar rhythm. Selene moved between tables, balancing plates and coffee pots while exchanging pleasantries with the regulars.

"Morning, Mr. Harris," she greeted the elderly man as he took his usual spot by the window.

"Morning, kid. Beautiful day, isn't it?" he said with a smile, unfolding his newspaper.

Selene nodded, but as she turned to walk away, she noticed his paper's front page. The headline read: Unexplained Phenomena Spark Global Concerns. Beneath it was a blurry photo of a glowing fissure in the sky.

"Mr. Harris, what's that about?" she asked, pointing to the article.

He adjusted his glasses and squinted at the page. "Oh, this? Some big-shot scientists are saying it's natural—solar flares, maybe. Others think it's some kind of experiment gone wrong. Who knows?"

"Do you think it's serious?"

Mr. Harris chuckled, shaking his head. "I've seen a lot of headlines like this in my time. It's probably nothing."

Selene smiled politely, but unease churned in her stomach as she moved to the next table.

The day wore on, the usual bustle of the diner continuing as if nothing had changed. But Selene couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface.

During her lunch break, she stepped outside for some fresh air. The streets were emptier than usual, the air heavy with an unspoken tension. She leaned against the brick wall, staring up at the sky.

There it was again—that wrongness she couldn't quite name.

"Selene!" Meg called from the doorway. "We're slammed in here. Break's over."

"Coming," Selene replied, pushing off the wall.

Back inside, the atmosphere felt thicker. Customers whispered in hushed tones, and the TV mounted in the corner played a news broadcast about unexplained events around the world. Selene caught snippets of the anchor's words: "Reports of glowing fissures, strange lights, and sudden tremors..."

By the time her shift ended, Selene felt drained. She untied her apron and waved goodbye to Meg, stepping out into the cool evening air. The streets were nearly deserted, a stark contrast to the usual bustle of the city.

As she made her way home, her phone buzzed.

It was a message from her neighbor, Ellie: "Hey, did you hear that loud noise earlier? Sounded like an explosion."

Selene frowned and typed a quick reply. "No, didn't hear anything. You okay?"

"Yeah, just weird. Be careful out there."

Selene pocketed her phone and quickened her pace. The wind picked up, carrying a chill that made her shiver.

When she reached her apartment, Luna greeted her with an insistent meow. Selene smiled faintly, scratching the cat behind her ears before collapsing onto the couch.

She flipped on the TV, hoping for some mindless distraction. Instead, the news greeted her again: "Authorities are investigating the phenomena, urging citizens to remain calm..."

The image on the screen was unmistakable—a glowing crack in the sky, pulsing faintly against the darkened clouds.

Selene's chest tightened. Whatever was happening, it wasn't going away. And deep down, she knew life as she knew it was about to change forever.