The winds, though still restless have managed to release most of their anger - leaving in their wake a slew of branches and organic debris littered throughout the area. Many of the bushland’s nocturnal inhabitants such as rodents, possums and the like must now come to terms with the devastation of their burrows and dwellings, while the land itself has been violated, and in urgent need of a cleanup in order to regenerate its wounds properly. 

With branches no longer obscuring and concealing its guise, a peculiar green glimmer of light sinks into the left part of Christine’s eye. Lowering her eyebrows, slowly and carefully, she focuses her eyes as if in attempt to stare deep into the cranny of the eyelid which contained the light, she traces the trail of light - her eyes and head turning towards a glow originating from deep within the wooded area. Dazed by the sight, she’s convinced it must be another hallucination and resolutely shuts her eyes, in an effort to deflect any further possibility for her attacker to  invade her mind. By now however, the light has already set into the pocket of her eyelids and it swells and intensifies as it spreads onto the sclera - a burning sensation provokes tears to form - her eyeballs themselves drowning in a concoction of water, mucus, oil and acid to the point discomfort is unbearable, and she’s forced to release the floodgates. In her state of vulnerability, a soothing whisper seizes an opportunity to breach her defences, enticing her with its sensual tone.It pierces her mind, and like the shock of stepping into a bathtub full to the brim with ice cubes, she’s shaken as a frosty wave of air spreads throughout her central nervous system - in and around her brain, spinal cord and neurons, and extending to the rest of her body, rendering her without touch and near paralysed. Reaction times slowed, she observes her left arm lurching forward, and hand reaching for the door release. Unsure whether her movements and motives are even her own anymore, arrested in her state she views herself getting out of the car - body completely numb, she floats from above, still bound inextricably to her form and whatever is compelling it to walk both around and over the debris, deeper into the bushland.

Pathways and tracks no longer exist following the wind’s abuse, and where patches of clear walkway appear, larger coverings of branches and material follow. Spotting the resurgence of the light peering through from a distance, she glances down at the husk - her reactions gradually brought back to real time as the form imbues with an overwhelming energy, spurring it towards the glow. She watches over in astonishment as the body tackles stepping and climbing over moss laden rocks and boulders, maneuvering through fallen branches, perilous ascents and slippery descents, the source of the glow is fast being realised. Surmounting what the body believes to be the last ridge separating it from its destination, it makes a dash towards what lie at the bottom of the path. Within metres of it, it’s well beyond its own ability to stop and before it can even register a sudden drop, it’s already falling. Christine unwillingly pulls along with it, and as the body slams into a landing below, she catapults like a drawn slingshot released with precision, back into her familiar self. 

Mangled by the brunt of her fall and left most damagingly with a compound fracture to her right knee after landing on an angle, she lets fly a long string of curses and cries for her excruciating injuries and the fact her senses have returned at an inopportune moment. Her open wound severely bleeding - she fills with rage at the sight of the green light beaming from a hollowed tree across from her. Shifting her weight to her left and biting down on her lip in a show of strength, she extends her arms out onto the loose soil and claws her way over to what has successfully lured her to its location. Hands turning out clumps of dirt with every strain on her bruised shell as she pulls herself towards the tree - she persists, rife with anger. 

Five minutes of struggle to cover ten metres of ground she slumps at the base of the tree - her left oblique muscles aching from prolonged use.  Ready for all kinds of supernatural to rid her from the earth, she raises her head up one last time to gaze upon the glow of her destroyer now pulsating in her presence. Her wounds increasingly prone to infection with time, despite her best efforts to keep them out of contact with material on the ground, she accepts defeat - only the tree’s beaming light dissipates before her and shrinks into a ball of light, disappearing from existence and leaving her behind. Rolling onto her back - body weak, and bearing a wry grin, she breaks into a giggle for an instant before choking up on the edge of her throat as her smile unevenly alters on her face. Remaining by the tree, she weeps.