Liora didn't trust her thoughts anymore.
That realization didn't arrive all at once. It didn't crash into her mind or force itself forward like everything else that had begun to change. It slipped in quietly, settling somewhere deep and refusing to leave.
Because the problem wasn't that her thoughts were gone.
It was that they were still there.
They just didn't feel entirely hers.
She stood exactly where she had been moments ago, her body still, her posture steady, her breathing controlled. To anyone watching, nothing about her would seem wrong.
But that illusion didn't reach her anymore.
Not when she could feel it.
The subtle misalignment.
The faint delay.
The quiet presence that existed in the same space her thoughts should have fully occupied.
Her gaze lowered to her hands again.
It had become instinct now.
Not curiosity.
Not caution.
Something closer to verification.
