The Quiet Rhythm

As Mia stood in the fading light, the faint tremor beneath her feet still lingering in her mind, she felt a sense of relief. It was not a triumphant moment, but rather a quiet revelation that settled deep within her. The tension in her body eased slightly as she exhaled, realizing that for the first time, she had stopped fighting herself.

Orla stepped forward, her sharp gaze softening just a fraction. “Good. You’ve felt its pulse,” she said. “But this is only the beginning. You’ve learned to listen, but now you must learn to act in harmony with the earth.”

Mia nodded, the weight of the task still daunting, but now mixed with a newfound determination. She was ready to continue, though her mind echoed with Aurora’s words from the night before: Maybe you’re holding onto something that’s keeping you from truly understanding the earth.