Everything Emily saw reminded her of a past she'd rather forget. As she went further, her inner turmoil grew. The accumulation of memories eventually toppled under the weight. Glass swirls cut through her serenity, making panic harder to contain. She drew tiny breaths as her world unravelled.
Emily's words no longer carried weight. Her tone and demeanour were reassuring, yet they were empty gestures.
By witch or by water, it came time to collect, and all hands were out.