Time did not behave properly here, Silver noticed it first in small ways.
The light between the trees shifted too quickly, and the sky above the canopy seemed to move like water poured across glass. Shadows lengthened, vanished, then returned again in ways that made no sense.
At first she thought she was imagining it.
Then she stopped counting the days.
Drogo called it the fold.
He never explained it fully, only enough to keep her curiosity alive.
“The world outside is moving slower,” he had told her once while they walked through the endless forest that wasn’t quite a forest. “You’re in the current between seconds.”
Silver had laughed at that the first time, now she wasn’t laughing anymore.
Because the longer she stayed here, the more she felt something inside her stretching awake
