by notordinary
The world is a mistake. And Adrian can see where it’s breaking. When reality begins to glitch—rain falling wrong, shadows moving late—people panic. Adrian doesn’t.He recognizes the Lines. The fractures holding everything together. Monsters are born from them. So is he. With a touch, he can unravel anything.But every time he does, something inside him disappears. The camps call it survival.Adrian calls it delay. Because whatever is out there—isn’t random. It’s watching. And it’s learning. “Don’t trust me,” Adrian said.“I don’t fix things. I rewrite them.”
