On the walls, the living darkness continued its dance, showing her glimpses between memories - fragments of possibility she couldn't quite grasp. Each scene flickered past like pages in a cosmic book: Callum at the overlook, his sister's warning, the fox's blessing...
But it was the spaces between these memories that drew her attention. In those gaps, in those moments between moments, she caught glimpses of something else. Something that made her borrowed powers surge with recognition.
The shadow-being moved closer, its form rippling between starlight and void. "So much you don't understand yet," it reached for her with what might have been a hand. "Let me show you..."
Reality ripped open before it could touch her - not Callum's usual subtle manipulation, but a violent tear in the fabric of existence itself. Through this jagged opening stepped the man who'd been haunting her thoughts for days, but not as she remembered him.
