The pancake fruit was still in my mouth before I swallowed it, when my phone suddenly turned golden.
I was squatting at the junction of the subway cars, staring at the young lady on the screen doing a house dance, and I was about to double-click to like it with my thumb. The entire phone screen seemed to have been splashed with a layer of molten gold, spreading from the edges to the center, and the fonts all turned into runes that I had never seen before.
The pancake in my mouth suddenly no longer tasted good.
I thought my phone was poisoned, so I pressed the lock screen button desperately, but it didn't work.
