They tried repeating it. Saying it out loud.
It didn’t change the circumstance.
They had watched others, and it always happened too fast to know what started it. Researchers had tried using high-speed cameras, but if anything had been caught on the video, they weren’t telling the rest of us.
Three weeks had passed since the first acknowledged case, and the number of individuals contracting it continued to increase. Seemingly harmless at first, a beautiful mistake. They glanced down at their nails, in a moment of absent mind.
Glimmering, stars whirled across the tiny sky of their nails, as their body felt itself pitch forward, without ever moving. Ten tiny windows, skies filled with stars converging, grew rapidly larger, fused, and then collapsed. They were pulled into the black hole formed by their own hands, and time was infinite for that moment.
The videos were never released to the public. The images, as an individual was twisted and pulled through this minuscule portal, were deemed unfit for public consumption.
This is awesome. More nail art-based creative writing, please!