The Day the Sky Forgot to Fall

The sky cracked not open, but inward. As if it remembered every secret we tried to bury beneath time. Birds vanished mid-flight. Clocks spun backward. And my name it echoed from the mouths of people I’d never met. I walked on shadows. Not the ones cast by the sun, but the ones cast by truth. The stars whispered, "You were never asleep. Just blind to your own beginning." Mountains kneeled. Oceans rose. The wind stopped asking who I was. Because for once, I remembered. I was the storm that never broke. The voice that silence feared. The page that wrote itself before ink was born. They called it madness. I called it return. I didn’t fall. I didn’t rise. I became the space between both. And in that space, the world spoke my name as if it had been waiting since the first breath to hear it again.