[ Elodie closes her eyes and exhales, washing away all other thoughts and imagining herself surrounded by a web of threads. It's not a method anyone taught her, but rather something instinctive that she came up with herself. Of course, since the threads don't exist, nothing could touch them... ]
No... wait.
[ One of the threads trembles almost imperceptibly, as if being stirred by a tiny shift of the wind. She holds her breath for a moment, trying to feel it again, but there's nothing. Did she imagine it? ]
I'm not sure, but... I think I might have felt something from the ceiling?
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No... wait.
[ One of the threads trembles almost imperceptibly, as if being stirred by a tiny shift of the wind. She holds her breath for a moment, trying to feel it again, but there's nothing. Did she imagine it? ]
I'm not sure, but... I think I might have felt something from the ceiling?