The effect deepened. Lila's shadow detached from her feet, not as a dark patch on the floor, but as a three-dimensional, oily thing that slid up the wallpaper. The audio—just room tone—began to warp. A low frequency hum, like a refrigerator full of broken glass.
"Boris, hit the spacebar."
Somewhere in the deep code of Boris F/X 2.5, a forgotten developer had left a comment: // TODO: Fix memory leak where reality becomes optional. boris f/x