The Spiral Chorus: I Am Not Who I Was Loving

Wella has always talked to herself.

Not just in passing, not just when she's alone, but in the way people do when the silence feels too sharp.

What she never realized is that something, or someone, was always listening to her shpeels.

After a brutal heartbreak and a season of bone-deep silence, the air around her begins to change.
Rooms begin to breathe.
Shadows hold still.
And the dead start speaking... but not as the ghosts you and I know them to be.

These dead come as mirrors. They echo Wella's thoughts, finish her prayers, and feed her a power she doesn't fully understand. A magic born from profound grief.

Imagine having the power to force someone to confront the pain they've caused? Wella learns to summon that pain... to pull it from others and show it to them like a reflection they can't look away from.

But what she's not prepared for is how her own pain fights back. The voices that taught her to shrink. The boys who bruised her spirit. The parts of her that still ache to disappear. None of them go away quietly.

And then there are the ones watching. The ones who desperately want what she has...

To survive this awakening, Wella will have to stop pretending. Stop performing her weakness for other people's comfort. She will have to claim the voice she once gave away.

Because magic born from grief does not wait for permission.

And Wella? Babygirl... the universe said,
"Step it the fuck up. The ancestors are cosmic side-eyeing."