Chapter 19 When The Gate Held Its Breath Pt 2
- Amelia P.O.V
- The world wouldn’t pick one shape and stay in it.
- The forest around me flickered, rippling at the edges like a reflection in disturbed water. One moment, silver trees arched overhead, leaves glowing faintly with starlight. The next, the sky flickered into a ceiling—dark wood, faint lantern glow, shadows of shelves and jars.