The town of Suspended lay right on the border of vast forests and rusty hills that plunged into the mist every evening. Lena lived on the twelfth floor of a grey block of flats, right on the corner of the street, where the everyday mixed with something fleeting, difficult to grasp, as if passing just outside the narrow window of her room. It was a June night when Lena noticed something she couldn't explain. The city went out for a moment - not literally, but for a few seconds the streetlights, the lights in the stairwells and the flashes of neon from a distant bar simply disappeared, giving way to a milky white haze that flowed in through the gaps in the balcony doors. Pressed against the glass, she saw people - rather silhouettes - moving silently across the empty walkways. But they were not neighbours or familiar faces. She had the impression that, with the fall of this peculiar silence, the city had moved somewhere else. The trees in the square began to ripple as if breathing, and faint blue lights emanated from the underground sewers. She called David, her lifelong friend, telling him in a hushed voice what she was seeing. David, sceptical by nature, wanted to come over, but Lena stopped him, convinced that the mist was something to be seen for oneself. She walked to the exit door and carefully descended the stairs, hearing a quiet whisper in the stairwell. When she reached the ground floor, she stopped hearing her footsteps - the floor was as soft as grass, although it should have been concrete after all. Outside, the mist wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak. Lena stretched her arm out in front of her, trying to find the shapes she had seen before. Instead of the familiar bench under the block of flats, there was an old metal clock that showed 3:13 a.m., though her smartwatch indicated midnight. In the distance, around a corner, a figure flashed by - tall, wearing something shiny, almost transparent. Was it just a play of light and mist? Lena already knew that she would not be returning to her room so soon that night. She shuddered as a second silhouette slid out of the mist, and then a third, all facing her. The clocks on the nearby blocks began ticking faster and faster, as if time was about to collapse under its own weight. Then she heard her name - clearly, deeply. One of the unknown passers-by slowly raised his hand towards her....