I don’t remember waking up that morning. I remember opening my eyes, but not the act of waking. It felt as if some invisible hand pushed me into consciousness abruptly, like someone had whispered into my ear, “Get up. Something’s wrong.”The ceiling fan above me was spinning silently. Too silently. Normally it made a faint clicking sound, an old habit of old machines. But today, there was nothing. Not even the chirping of birds outside. Just a deep, unnatural stillness.I got out of bed, rubbed my eyes, and checked my phone. No network. No Wi-Fi. No notifications. Not even the