The days blurred together. The more Divine tried to understand, the more she felt as if something was slipping away from her. Her emotions were becoming harder to control. She would stand by the ocean, feeling the waves surge and crash in response to her mood. When she was angry, the tides grew wild. When she was sad, the rain would fall without warning.
It was as if the ocean itself was a mirror of her turmoil, and she could no longer hide from it.
One night, a storm raged in her heart, and the ocean mirrored it, its waves crashing violently against the shore. Divine stood at the water's edge, her fists clenched, as the wind howled around her.
"What is happening to me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos.
And then, as if answering her question, a figure emerged from the shadows. Caelan. His face was hard to read, but his eyes were soft, understanding.
"You're not alone in this," he said, his voice steady. "But you must confront your past. You can't outrun it forever."