Callie’s POV
The change wasn’t visible, but it was undeniable—as if the simple act of taking that step had altered something deeper than the physical environment, a layer that didn’t depend on what I could see, but on what I was now able to perceive. The air wasn’t the same—not in composition, but in intention, charged with a density that didn’t weigh on my lungs, but on my awareness, as if every breath carried information I hadn’t asked for…
but that my body insisted on processing.
There was no clear cut between what I had left behind and what lay ahead, no marked boundary I could point to—and yet I knew, with a certainty that didn’t require proof, that I was no longer in the same place.
Not because I had moved far.
But because what defined that space…
was recognition.
I didn’t tak
