Elara did not remember when she fell, only the moment the ground met her and the world seemed to tilt in a way that no longer felt entirely physical. Because what was happening inside her had already begun to separate from anything her body could fully contain.
Her breath shallow, uneven, her fingers curling into the earth beneath her as if she could anchor herself to something real, something solid. While everything inside her shifted toward something far less certain, something that did not belong to the world she knew but was now demanding space within it, growing louder, closer, more insistent with every second she failed to push it back.
