Founding Festival (5)

Recently, Aurora had found more and more moments when she could not understand her own emotions.

The same was true of her thoughts and actions.

The same was true even now. Having spotted the fire, Aurora was already walking.

It was an unconscious step.

By the time she came to her senses, her legs had already carried her through the crowd in the square and toward the rising flames.

She didn’t know why.

Maybe it was a writer’s curiosity to find better material.

If not that, maybe it was curiosity about a new incident.

Or.

Or, if it wasn’t that...