It does not happen often.
Only sometimes, in places that are already known.
A room, a path, a corner that has been passed many times.
Nothing new appears.
Still, for a brief moment, something feels slightly out of place.
Not in a clear way.
The shapes remain where they are. The distance between things does not change. The light falls as it always has.
Yet the place does not settle immediately.
It feels as if it is being seen again, but without being new.
The moment lingers just enough to be noticed.
Then it passes.
The familiarity returns quietly, and the place continues as before.