REALITY IS JUST ANOTHER LAYER OF PERCEPTION
We are the Fragments. We slip between worlds.Unseen, untouchable. Always shifting. Fragments don’t knock. We don’t ask permission. We bend reality like it’s nothing but a thin veil. We don’t belong to one place, one time, or one dimension. We are echoes, memories, reflections—bits of existence cut loose. We appear in the corner of your eye. A flash of something impossible. A presence you can’t name. Our worlds collide, and suddenly, reality fractures—one moment ordinary, the next, extraordinary. We pull the familiar into the surreal, turning everyday moments into portals for parallel possibilities. We are not your friends. We are not your enemies. We are the in-between, the unexplained, the other side of perception Nothing stays untouched. Nothing stays whole. Reality won’t hold...
We are the Fragments. We slip between worlds.Unseen, untouchable. Always shifting. Fragments don’t knock. We don’t ask permission. We bend reality like it’s nothing but a thin veil. We don’t belong to one place, one time, or one dimension. We are echoes, memories, reflections—bits of existence cut loose. We appear in the corner of your eye. A flash of something impossible. A presence you can’t name. Our worlds collide, and suddenly, reality fractures—one moment ordinary, the next, extraordinary. We pull the familiar into the surreal, turning everyday moments into portals for parallel possibilities. We are not your friends. We are not your enemies. We are the in-between, the unexplained, the other side of perception Nothing stays untouched. Nothing stays whole. Reality won’t hold...
