You notice them first as flickers at the edge of your vision—warping portals where the air shouldn’t ripple, entities with too many limbs slithering through crowds unnoticed. When you try to point them out, your friends blink blankly. Your family pats your shoulder like you’re running a fever. Online, they call you schizo before the mods ban you for "spreading disinformation." The isolation claws deeper with every unshared revelation.