Gaïa reached out her hand.
Fryx landed on it — like it was nothing.
Like it had always been this way.
They looked at each other.
The silence between them felt… known. Ancient.
— Hey. What’s happening to you?
Fryx smiled.
— Me? Nothing. Everything’s fine.
Gaïa felt it instantly.
Something was off.
Fryx didn’t want to feel it.
— Sënka_
