Off the grid, off line – friends thought her psychosis was back, the actions were so similar. Time to take her to the hospital while her writing was still legible. Before it turned into scribbles and symbols.
But she just laughed – they didn’t see the massive Saurian, feel his entelechy. He helped leak the human from her head. Fuel the path she should take through the woods. Elevate her to the next level.
But, they would jerk her back to human, out of the forest, into their world.
Run, or you will never know for sure. Run. Her heart said and her spirit echoed. Run.