Zine Fragment 069: “The Shimmer Between Worlds”

We didn’t notice the shift at first—
just a trick in the air,
like heat waves bending the light above asphalt.
But then the skyline split,
and through the seam we saw another city,
its towers veined with liquid silver,
its sky swollen with low moons.
No one spoke.
Engines idled in unison,
as if waiting for a signal older than language.
When the shimmer closed,
we were still on our side—
but the scent of that other place clung to us,
and would not fade.