will my feet turn to roots instead?

She had been here before.

Deluge trod upon familiar paths, her steps measured and deliberate as she traversed the overgrown trails of the island. Though she had roamed these lands countless times before, today she ventured forth with a newfound sense of purpose. Yeah sure she'd seen the isle, but had she really seen it?

She made her way through the crumbling remnants of an outbuilding of the once-grand resort, keen golden eyes swept over the decaying structure, searching for any signs of change since her last visit. Vines coiled like serpents around the weathered stone, their verdant tendrils creeping ever closer to reclaiming the land in nature's embrace. Small trinkets, relics of a forgotten past, littered the ground beneath her feet, despite the inhabitants' best efforts to tidy it up.

Perhaps she was also looking to escape the suffocating obligation her mother had dropped on her shoulders. With each step, Deluge felt the weight of history pressing down upon her, the echoes of a bygone era whispering through the rustling leaves. She knew every corner of this island, every hidden alcove and secret passageway, yet today she sought to uncover something new, something she had overlooked in her previous explorations.

“Speech”