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Lena pulled out her phone and typed a quick note. Check geomantic stress lines. Cross-reference with local shifter symptom clusters.

“Sensory migration,” Lena murmured. “Stress is rerouting your neural pathways. Taste buds trying to borrow optic nerve real estate. It’s not dangerous, but it’s uncomfortable.” furrytails vet clinic

“I’m prescribing two things,” she said, standing up. “First: a grounding tincture. Hawthorn, mugwort, and a pinch of magnetite sand. Take it at dusk for seven days.” She pulled a small cobalt bottle from the cabinet. “Second: get a sample of the quarry water and soil. Bring it to me. I think something’s leaching into the water table—something that doesn’t belong in this dimension.” Lena pulled out her phone and typed a quick note

Kit finally spoke, her voice a raspy whisper. “I dreamed I was the stop sign last night. And the screaming purple was me .” “Sensory migration,” Lena murmured

Kit’s husband, a lanky barn owl shifter named Theo, perched on a chair that was too small for him. His feathers were puffed up in distress. “She licked a stop sign yesterday. Said it tasted like screaming purple .”