
Every midnight, humanity agrees on what happened yesterday.
Wars become accidents. Strangers become spouses. Missing people become people who never existed.
The world wakes with the same corrected memories.
You don't.
Tonight, a terrified woman appears at your door.
“Tomorrow everyone will remember that I died three years ago.”
She places a photograph in your hand.
“If I'm gone when you wake up, remember me.”
At midnight, the world changes its mind.



