I walked toward UFO Park again.

The closer I got, the more my body reacted before my mind did.

It was subtle at first… like the air had texture.

Not wind, not temperature… just something brushing against my skin in slow, uneven waves.

It felt different the moment I stepped across the park’s boundary.

My instincts stiffened.

Like I had crossed into a space that was still deciding whether I belonged here.

I took a slow breath.

The air wasn’t wrong, but it was carrying something…

a faint pressure that made my muscles tighten on their own.

Patch followed at my heels, tail flicking lazily.

The cat looked like nothing bothered him, but I could tell he was paying attention.

More than me, even.

The park looked normal at a glance.

Trees, benches, early joggers, some birds hopping near the fallen leaves under the trees.

But beneath all that normality, something was shifting.

The buildings surrounding the park stood in a perfect ring.

Every one of them nine stories tall.

From above, it would look like a massive circle enclosing this place.

Back home in Taiwan, this kind of structure would remind people of feng shui.

An arrangement meant to trap, seal, or suppress something.

And once the thought entered my mind, it refused to leave.

I walked deeper in.

A jogger passed by, but his shadow stretched strangely for a moment…

short, then long, then normal again.

He didn’t notice.

Patch noticed.

He looked at the shadow like it had personally offended him.

Something here was bleeding through reality.

Leaking.

Like a cracked pipe dripping something you were not supposed to breathe.

I stopped near the center of the park.

From here, the two raised mounds looked more obvious.

Two round humps of earth on opposite sides of the UFO sculpture.

Almost symmetrical.

Almost like the two dots in the Taiji symbol.

The “eyes.”

The idea came naturally.

Too naturally.

“Are these… the cores of whatever is happening here?”

Patch sat beside me, staring at the mounds.

His ears twitched in a way that made it clear he felt something too.

I crouched down and touched the ground.

It vibrated.

Not strongly.

Not enough for anyone else to notice.

But the rhythm was there…

a dull pulse, like something sleeping under the earth was turning over in its sleep.

A chill ran up my spine.

If the park really was a sealed place…

If these buildings were arranged to hold something down…

Then whatever happened last night was not random.

Something under this park had been disturbed.

Or worse…

It was waking up.

I swallowed and stepped back.

Patch pressed his head against my leg, unusually firm, like he was grounding me.

“Yeah… I feel it too.”

I looked again at the nine surrounding buildings.

Perfect circle.

Perfect height.

Perfect spacing.

It didn’t feel like a coincidence.

And the mounds…

the symmetry…

the strange ripples from last night…

A thought came quietly into my head.

Maybe there really is a secret buried here.

Something no one ever expected to wake up.

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