He should have stopped there.
He started noticing things. A new plant on Mia’s windowsill—a fern he’d never seen before. She smiled differently. Warmer. When he touched her hand, he felt a faint, familiar buzz—the same haptic crackle as a comic book page. comicsflix.com
He kept reading. He couldn’t stop. And somewhere in a climate-controlled vault, the original paper copies of his life smiled in the dark. He should have stopped there