Arrow Lake i hit a wall, i never felt so low, so low

Though her intention had always been to come to her father's graveside alone, River regretted the choice the minute she had set foot onto Diaspora's former stomping grounds. Everything stood out to her, almost painfully so: every bird and squirrel she heard alerting in the trees, every scrape of gravel and spring grass beneath her paws, and every shaft of clouded light reaching down to the hallowed ground set her senses ablaze. But more than anything, she felt hyper-aware of her heart beating dully inside her chest. She worried that it might stop at any moment.

The closer she came to her destination, the slower she moved.

Until, at last, she came upon the path she had taken many times as a child; a faded footpath that led from the densite she was raised in to the resting place of Stigmata. About halfway between both places, she stood still, suddenly unable to move any closer or retreat further away.