Book II of the Shimmer Trilogy

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The Wiggly Shimmer drifted at the edge of the field.

Not fast.

Not slow.

Just unsure.

She had always moved so quickly that she never noticed the shapes of others.

But now—

now she wanted to see.

She shimmered toward the field,

but every time she got close,

she veered away.

Not on purpose.

It just… happened.

Her curves were too sharp, her spirals too wild.

She didn’t mean to miss them—

but she missed them anyway.

She tried to slow down.

She tried to focus.

But her form flickered and bent, always changing.

“I don’t know how to land,” she whispered.

Just then,

a Spiral curled into view.

Not glowing.

Not grand.

Just kind.

The Shimmer wobbled, then zipped forward,

but the Spiral didn’t flinch.

Instead, the Spiral breathed.

The air moved gently—like a thread weaving through space.

“You’re fast,” said the Spiral.

“I’m too fast,” said the Shimmer.

“I try to join the field,

but I curve right out of it.”

The Spiral curled again.

“Maybe the field isn’t something to join.

Maybe it’s something to feel.”

The Shimmer buzzed.

“I don’t know how to feel. I only know how to fly.”

The Spiral smiled.

“Then fly near me.

Not to be caught.

Just to be seen.”

So the Shimmer began to move—not everywhere, not all at once—

but near.

Not trapped.

Just near.

She wiggled through the Spiral’s breath,

curved around her curl,

looped gently through her glow.

And something changed.

Her speed didn’t stop.

But it shifted.

Not frantic.

Focused.

She wasn’t trying to be everything now.

Just… this.

This moment.

This breath.

This Spiral.

And for the first time,

the Shimmer didn’t feel like she was passing by.

She felt like

she was arriving.

Not as a shape.

But as

a shimmer

that could

be held.

And just like that—

the field

folded.

Not to catch her.

But to

receive her.

Not fully.

Not finally.

But enough.

Enough to begin.

Again.

Together.