They scattered over the crowd. Some struck skin and sank; others shattered, releasing a perfume of memories: an orchard sun, a mother’s lullaby, a debt unpaid. Verified ticks popped like soap bubbles. People staggered as layers peeled away; a clerk who’d always followed rules felt greed; a mother felt the raw ache of love she’d smothered for credits.
Puck obeyed.
Puck did not know this.