Not everything you witness happened.
Not everyone you encounter exists.
And not every truth begins with something real.
Some stories are written.
Others are scattered, concealed in fragments, and left for someone to piece together.
A photograph. A few seconds of footage. A sentence without context.
Individually, they mean nothing.
Together, they might mean everything.
But what happens when the fragments don't fit?
When the questions begin to outnumber the answers?
When something you thought you understood suddenly becomes something else entirely?
Perhaps you've already seen the beginning.
Perhaps you've been looking in the wrong place.
Or perhaps there was never anything to find.
Some things are hidden for a reason.
Others are left in plain sight.
The difference isn't always obvious.
And the closer you look, the less certain you become of what you're actually seeing.