First, there was Symmetry. Then matter hesitated. It disobeyed. From that hesitation, everything we know and everything we don't was born. Stars learned to hold against the void, and the first cell tasted fear.

Now that same tremor lives in a cup of tea going cold on a kitchen table, in a man who walks into the wrong office and stays, and in a pair of green eyes watching you at three in the morning.

The Fragments is a story of forgetting and remembering, of betrayal and longing, of a silver watch that survives time, and of becoming whole again in a garden at the end of the universe.