The crowd flows around you, umbrellas closing, shoes splashing in shallow puddles. The scent of petrichor lingers, faint and electric. You’re reaching for your phone when someone brushes past, a brief accidental touch that shouldn’t mean anything.

But it does. A faint light spreads beneath your skin, not a reflection, but a response. Across from you, someone stares at their wrist, eyes wide in disbelief. The air hums between you, soft and unreal. “No way,” they whisper, voice caught somewhere between awe and panic. “You feel that too?”