Daemon Of Judgement

But here's the real kicker—while reality was busy collapsing in on itself, life outside didn't even blink.

A car cruised by the empty space where Parker's mansion used to flex its wealth, windows down, bass thumping some mindless beat that was probably about heartbreak and bad decisions. Two people strolled down the sidewalk nearby, caught up in their own little bubble of useless small talk about Starbucks orders or who ghosted who last weekend.

And guess what?

They didn't see shit.

Not the disappearing mansion. Not the void that could swallow dreams whole. Nothing. One of them even shot a casual glance toward where the chaos should've been, eyes squinting like, "Huh, that's weird." But nah, to them, the mansion was still standing tall, proud, and rich as hell—like it was all business as usual.