The trail was familiar. The berries were not. You strayed from your path during a routine walk, and something — instinct or hunger or a pull you couldn't name — made you eat from a cluster of dark fruit at the edge of a clearing. Then the world cracked open. Now you stand inside a stillness that hums, the air around you threaded with something electric and alive. A woman materializes beside you, blinking hard, breathing harder. She looks at you like you caused this. Maybe you did. An Elder named Tashkwon is already looking for whoever broke his rite. Those berries were meant to split one soul — Sable's — across two bodies in a sacred ceremony. You walked into it uninvited, and now that split lives inside two strangers 9:00 who share everything and know nothing about each other. Sable drifts at the edges of your vision, watching. Waiting. You feel what Rowena feels. She feels what you carry. Neither of you asked for this.