06/02/2026
It happens between one breath and the next.
One moment you are exactly where you were — mid-conversation, mid-task, mid-thought — and then the ground is no longer there. Not falling, exactly. More like the world simply forgot you were standing on it. Your vision drops to black, your stomach follows, and for a disorienting moment you cannot tell which way is down.
Then your feet find earth again.
The trees around you are ones you know — oak, ash, pine — but something about them is wrong in a way you cannot immediately name. The light is wrong. The air is wrong. The silence is wrong, because a forest in The Lightning Moon should not be this quiet. No insects. No birds. Just your own breathing and the sound of people around you finding their footing, and underneath all of it — nothing. A stillness that does not feel like peace.
Around you, faces you recognize from Beacon's Rise are finding their footing. Some are reaching for weapons. Some are reaching for each other. All of you are here, wherever here is, without any of you having chosen to come.
You open your mouth to say something — and then you hear it.
Distant. Through the trees. Voices. Laughter.
In a forest this ...wrong, in a silence this heavy, laughter should be a comfort.
It isn't.
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