FALLING FOR THE ALPHA'S SHADOW
His eyes were fixed on something she couldn’t see, something beyond the room’s physical limits.
Then he moved.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Like any sudden motion might fracture whatever thin layer of reality they were standing on.
“Don’t speak,” he said.
But the words didn’t reach her ears.
They appeared instead.
Directly in her mind.
Seren stumbled back.
No.
No, that wasn’t possible.
Kairos took another step, and with it, the room *shifted*.
The wooden walls of the lodge blurred—not dissolving, but rewriting themselves. The grain of the wood rearranged like letters being retyped. The doorway behind him stretched taller, narrower, then unstable, like it couldn’t decide what dimension it belonged to.
Sikat na Kabanata