[Elena's POV]
The twisted remains of Harmony Elementary School were the first landmark Elena recognized.
What had once been a cheerful brick building with colorful murals was now a crystalline structure that bent reality around itself, its playground equipment fused into impossible geometric shapes that hurt to look at directly.
Elena's breath caught in her throat as memories flooded back.
I was seven years old, racing across that same playground during recess. Mrs. Patterson reading story time under the oak tree that was now a twisted spire of frozen space-time.
"You alright?" Riven asked quietly, noticing her sudden stillness.
"I know this place," Elena whispered, her voice barely audible. "This used to be... this was my home."
"wow, really.... A-am so sorry" Riven realized his blunder immediately apologized.
"No need to apologize... It's already in the past anyways..." she said looking slightly sad... But with a smile.
