Everything spun, your feet weighted with an unbearable ache, as though rejecting the ground beneath. Your sight faltered, faces around you blurring into spectral remnants of life lost. Desperately, your body swayed, a futile waltz against an uncontrollable force.

Your eyes sealed, darkness swallowing you whole. Your gift, meant to guide, now a rampant tempest, an untamed essence, a chaos unbridled.

"I've got you," his voice quivered nearby. His arms intercepted your fall, his touch a lifeline sans his habitual hat, a raw offering of support.

"It happened again, didn't it?" Chuuya's voice cracked, a symphony of shared anguish. Mastery eluded those tethered to their own untamed essence.