Imagine your world, but two degrees colder. Something has changed. You can’t put your finger on what it is, but there’s something different about the world. The little idiosyncrasies that make us all individuals have started to take on a sinister undertone. Slowly, but more noticeably, people are pulling away from each other. It seems to get darker more quickly after sun down, and the darkness seems to have a depth, a thickness that it never had before. In contrast, you’ve never felt more in touch with your senses. Colors are brighter against the deep black. Your follicles prickle with sensation at each breeze, and you feel like you can distinguish each one individually. You feel warmer when you stand near to people who are facing your direction, heated by their mere breathing. You are acutely aware of changes in your environment, and as a result you panic easily like a fenced animal who can sense an earthquake. You imagine that everyone else in the world doesn’t realize these kinds of minute changes, but you notice. You understand that it’s not just a feeling or guess. You know, somehow, that you will have a part to play in what is coming, whatever that might be.