Part 3: **Descent**
Terrified, she kept silent. She refused to become a burden, refused to let her children see her unravel. But the changes continued. Her movements grew more sluggish, her speech slurred, her understanding of the world around her increasingly fragmented. Worse yet, the hallucinations became stronger, more intense.
They weren't just visions of infancy anymore—they were something deeper, darker.
She dreamed of being submerged in warm fluid, her body curled in a tight fetal position. There was pressure all around her, an almost suffocating weight, but it wasn't frightening. It felt... comforting, as though she were back in the womb, floating in a protective cocoon. But within this comfort was a sinister undertone—an unsettling *pull*, as if something was drawing her deeper into herself, dragging her back into a time before time, before memory.
The dreams became more frequent, invading her waking moments. She found herself staring blankly at objects, her mind no longer able to comprehend their use. A spoon felt foreign in her hand, a simple glass of water seemed like a strange artifact from a forgotten life. She tried to hold on to the world she knew, but it was slipping, unraveling like a thread being pulled too far.
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Fractured reality
NouvellesMargaret Willows thought she had a firm grasp on her life-until things started to slip. Small moments of confusion turn into something far more unsettling, as the familiar becomes strange and her sense of reality begins to blur. As she struggles to...
