The Night I Fell Through My Phone ScreenLast Tuesday, at exactly 3:47 AM, something peculiar happened. I was scrolling through my phone, half-asleep, when suddenly the screen began to ripple like water. Before I could process what was happening, I found myself tumbling through layers of pixels, falling past floating vintage cars, miniature cities blooming from human faces, and clouds made of cotton candy memories.When I landed, I was inside a room that shouldn't exist. A young woman sat there...

The Night I Fell Through My Phone ScreenLast Tuesday, at exactly 3:47 AM, something peculiar happened. I was scrolling through my phone, half-asleep, when suddenly the screen began to ripple like water. Before I could process what was happening, I found myself tumbling through layers of pixels, falling past floating vintage cars, miniature cities blooming from human faces, and clouds made of cotton candy memories.When I landed, I was inside a room that shouldn't exist. A young woman sat there...