It was still early when I walked into the bathroom.
Everything looked completely ordinary at first—the quiet room, the cold floor, the familiar surroundings.
Then I noticed something near the wall.
I stopped.
There was a tiny, twisted object lying on the floor. It was so dry and fragile that, at first glance, I couldn’t tell what I was looking at.
My mind immediately started coming up with possibilities.
Had something broken?
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