The 8th Day: The Gap in the Clock
Sunday has a specific weight—the smell of laundry and that sharp knot in your stomach warning that Monday is coming. Most call it the "Sunday Scaries." They think it’s just a feeling.
They are wrong.
At 11:59 PM, the world tilted. The sun didn't set; it collapsed into a purple bruise across the horizon. My watch digits began to vibrate, trapped in a frantic blur between Sunday and Monday. The week was full, the world was out of space, and I fell into the gap.
Monday is a promise. Sunday is a memory. But the 8th Day is a trap—and someone just turned the key.
Join Seiko as she navigates a day that shouldn't exist. Meet her allies and enemies in a world where time has run out. You might think there’s no 8th day... but you’ll have to read to find the truth.
