Elena began to hum softly, the melody low and even, almost like a lullaby whispered by the wind. Her movements were precise and slow, echoing the same deliberate grace she had exhibited earlier during her work with Dera. Only this time, the room was not empty.
As she took one measured step after another, moving around Tessy in a slow circle, a subtle change began to stir in the air. The rhythm of her chant layered itself over the hum, as if both were drawing power from some unseen force.
Tessy remained still, her body upright, but her mind had begun to spin. A strange sensation bloomed deep within her belly, a shifting that was not physical yet somehow not entirely ethereal either.
It felt as though something inside her was… moving. Not in a literal way, not like the digestion of food or the flutter of butterflies. This was different. It was heavier, denser, and more consuming. A pull from the core of her being that she could not understand, only feel.
