It was as simple as this: time fractured. The web, holding together seconds and centuries, broke into long strands of gossamer. Future. Past. Present.
A threshold opened, hanging above the great clock now static at one minute to the fifth senesce.
Waves of contentedness wafted from the entrance, calming the populace and the changes caused no alarm.
For the brave and the insane.
The threshold was a magnet, a voice calling, visions of splendor and salvation.
For others, mephitic vapors and poltergeists blew out of the portal.
Thus the people fractured.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 24