The shards swirled around her, like pieces of a mirror reflecting the facets of a distorted self. Her body felt weightless, untethered from the constraints of time. The abnormal somatolysis left her disoriented, unsure of where her physical boundaries began and ended.
Inverted perception heightened awareness, distorted perception of self. It was as if she watched from a distance, detached from her own body, a subterranean force threatening to break through. Another beat. Yet another. The rhythm of her heart. The only thing that anchored in this strange and unfamiliar place. One constant in a world of shifting shapes and blurred lines.
There was nothing. No self. No inversion. Only the empt...