A black and white screen erupted in the air, encircling the world around until it dispersed, returning its vibrant colours to life once again.
It served as a void, a black hole of some sort that took the colour from reality, warping it in strands of black and white.
Then just as it appeared, it disappeared, taking its colour with it and returning the world to what it once was.
The phenomenon was imperceptible to others, but Thalia felt it, in and out– her bones and skin crawled with the sensation of what had happened. What was to come.
It was a subtle change– no, there was no change.
Everything had remained as it were, Thalia standing in the same position as before. Her arms stretched as before, her gaze and expression, just as before.
Yet, Mila got a subtle sense of a presence– one too minuscule for the eyes to perceive.
Something was amiss. Something drastic enough for her to take a few steps backwards.
