That morning, I stepped outside expecting an ordinary start to the day. The air was cool, the sun just beginning to rise, and everything seemed perfectly normal—until I reached my car.
Across the windshield were faint, scattered marks that looked almost like little footprints. They weren’t scratches or streaks of dirt, but clear impressions that caught the morning light in the most curious way. My first thought was that some small creature had clambered across the car overnight. But what kind of creature could leave such tiny, perfect prints?
