It began over water. Fishermen out before dawn reported a thin, silver incision above the bay, shimmering with its own light. Drones found it next: a hairline break slicing the atmosphere, bright at the edges and impossibly dark within, like someone had carved the sky and held a void between their fingers. Scientists gave it a name—Horizon Cracked—then a classification, then an instrumented perimeter. The news vans arrived. Tourists came with wide lenses and handwritten signs. The city beneath the break reorganized itself around observation posts, prayer circles, and the new economy of souvenir t‑shirts.