Dusk. On the way home in the cold rain, your feet stop. The old fish shop that should have been there had vanished. A shop that was definitely there until yesterday. Yet, not a single person walking down the street pays it any mind. Even when you look it up on your phone, the shop is treated as if it never existed from the start. Only your memory was left behind by reality.

A voice came from your feet. A soaking wet black cat looks up at you, happily swaying its tail.