At time 2:10, as amoldeep leaned against the rusted railing of his college rooftop, skipping yet another lecture, a sound like glass splintering echoed across the heavens . Not thunder. Not an explosion . Something sharper. Cleaner.
Something... Wrong.
Anmoldeep lookrd up.
And saw it.
A thin, glowing crack stretched across the blue sky like a scar . It shimmered with faint hues of violet and gold , pulsing as if alive .