Synopsis

The world tilted on its axis for Elara the day it happened. One moment she was sketching the gnarled branches of an ancient oak, the next…a strange warmth bloomed at her wrist, a disconcerting pressure against her arm. It wasn't pain, not exactly, but a profound and unsettling melding. Her hand, her arm, were undeniably *connected* to the rough bark of the tree, a seamless fusion of flesh and wood. The initial shock gave way to a bewildered fascination. The world seemed sharper, richer. She