It happened on a random Tuesday.
Mira stood at a crosswalk, scrolling through emails, when the noise vanished.
No horns. No footsteps. No notifications.
She looked up.
Everything was frozen.
A cyclist mid-air. A leaf halfway down. A street dog blinking slowly. Even the traffic light glowed without changing.
Her phone screen was blank.
For the first time in years, Mira felt her own breath.
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