You have completed the first unmaking. The door will appear again when you are ready to be remade. Come when the next crack appears. Do not wait for the breaking.
I walked home barefoot, carrying my shoes. The rain had stopped. The cat—that sleek, impossible black creature—sat on my apartment steps. It looked at me, blinked slowly, and vanished. monique-s secret spa- part 1
The cat blinked slowly, then jumped down and walked away. But not away, I realized. It paused at a narrow gap between two buildings, looked back at me, and waited. You have completed the first unmaking
She led me through a corridor that seemed to stretch and contract with my breathing. On the walls hung portraits—not of people, but of emotions. I saw a painting of Anxiety: a woman holding an hourglass full of screams. Another of Grief: a child drowning in a teacup. Another of Anger: a bonfire wearing a suit. Do not wait for the breaking