A shimmering gold seemed to breathe with me, wrapping itself close.
A primal urge demanded escape, yet I remained trapped. The imposter Wren’s palm paused just before my cheek, a calm, soft gesture suggesting a promise to erase all pain.
Giving in felt like the only option.
The struggle simply needed to cease.
A weary piece within yearned for it. This constant battle, this isolation from being fractured, this dull throb of uncertain selfhood, it squeezed my chest tight.
Despite feeling drained, a stark realization surfaced: tranquility simply given isn’t freedom, it feels like confinement in disguise.
Darkness fell as I shut my eyelids.
I heard what was said, simply.
It wasn’t the brightness that drew me, rather the shadows, a quiet thrumming under everything polished, fissures rev
