Shattered Zodiac

No one noticed when things started going wrong. That was the strange part. Small coincidences piled up—too neat to be accidents, too messy to be planned. Names repeated. Dreams bled into reality. People felt watched even when they were alone. And every time someone tried to trace the pattern, the trail bent back on itself, like it didn’t want to be found. They called it fate. They called it bad luck. But the Zodiac was already fractured. And whatever broke it… was still watching.