The sky over the Zone was getting lighter, the dawn lazily seeping through the matte glass of the eternal haze.
Just like always, anomalies were pulsating and the Broken Screen proudly popping near the railway station.
Yet something was slightly off. Very few noticed it.
The polar bear at Terra Nova stirred in its den after a good dinner.
A rat near the Piper hissed and bristled up.
Vasilisa the Beautiful looked away from the mirror for a moment, raising her perfectly made-up eyebrow.
For very very far away, yet unseen and unheard, came the first impulse.
The first beat.