Changing chains

Previously

…They did not know how. They did not know when. But in that moment, standing by the grimy window, with the worn journal in their hand and a sliver of blue sky in their sight, the Unbound Soul felt a flicker, a tiny, dangerous spark, of something that felt remarkably like defiance. It was not enough to shatter the chains, not yet. But it was enough to make them look at those chains, really look at them, for the very first time, and wonder if they could, indeed, be broken. The air in the room still felt thick, but now, it also held the faint, intoxicating scent of ozone, the promise of a storm gathering on the horizon.