Darkness shrouds her clearing to a void of cords and sounds. Disjointed nothingness. In there she finds herself walking in the dark slowly. As if she would fall into a cliff at any moment. She sees Pedro. Glazy like a foggy mirror. The others transfiguring behind him.

Nothing again.

Just her, pacing back and forth talking to the silent smoky figures.

“Validating my thoughts means nothing in...