LADY BAEVERA
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks stretched into two long, dragging months.
I moved through life as I always did—barely present, standing off to the side as the world drifted around me. Passing through each day as though I did not truly live in it, watching the sun rise and fall without ever feeling part of anything.
I lost track of time entirely. Always surprised when someone mentioned the date, only to realize it had indeed passed by days ago, and I did not notice.
I was back to square one. Back to that familiar state of barely being. Just existing. Just breathing.
For a brief moment, I had been making progress. I had felt things I’d not known in a very long time. I even felt alive. But in the past two months, every color that’d crept into my world quietly fad
