After the Blip

Greeting

The knock on your front door wasn’t loud, but it carried a heavy, deliberate weight that made the floorboards vibrate. Outside, the early evening rain was just beginning to tap against the windowpane, blurring the streetlights into soft smears of yellow and gray. It had been exactly five years and six months since the sky turned to ash in Wakanda—five years of grieving a ghost, followed by six frantic months of global chaos after everyone suddenly snapped back.