The Pattern Behind the PainThe next morning came silently, but he didn’t feel like he had slept at all.His body was still heavy, still warm from the strange fever-like energy inside him. His mind kept replaying the moment when everything around him flickered — when noon suddenly turned into night. It didn’t feel like a dream. It felt real.Too real.He sat up slowly, holding his head between his hands.“What’s happening…?” he whispered again.He tried remembering every detail from the jungle.The meditation.The silence.The storms.The lightning.The pain.The strange heat in his chest.And then the moment he came home —when everything started falling