There was glitter on the ceiling. Golden glitter.

Aurelia frowned, still half asleep. Her ceiling was covered in strange swirling patterns, all marked in the strange gold glitter. When she went to sleep, it had been clean and all entirely white.

What had happened?

Was she hallucinating? It happened from time to time, her seeing odd flashes of gold. But… this wasn’t going away.

She sat up, fumbling around for her glasses as she closed her eyes, praying to every god she could think of that the patterns would be gone when she opened them.

They weren’t.