Chapter 14 - WacławWhat is happening to me?
OTYLIA’S SHADOWED FRAME led me deep into the woods without a word.
Around us, the forest seemed to have forgotten it was night. Birds fluttered, their wings beating against the air as they searched for either food or a place to nest. Each flap was a tingle on a fifth limb, and if I focused, I could follow each one’s movements until they disappeared into the distance. When that focus faded, I became aware of everything once again—a sea of sensations drowning me.
The longer we walked, the worse it became. My brain spun at the onslaught of senses the winds sent through me, but I was numb to the touch of my body against anything physical. All I felt was the air and the rain. Then I tripped over a log.
Pain rushed through my shoulder as I hit the
