In the quiet of the house, as night began to fall, something was wrong. The rabbit, now inhabiting Tara’s human body, walked through the kitchen with a strange hesitation. Her movements, though human, had a slight tremor, as if a shadow was invading her mind.
Outside, inside the box serving as a prison, Tara struggled not to succumb to despair. Every knock on the bars was a silent scream, a plea for help no one could hear — not even herself. Her rabbit body limited her movements, but not her will to resist.
Suddenly, a faint sound caught the human-rabbit’s attention. A subtle scratch coming from the cage. She stopped, her eyes shining with a mix of curiosity and unease. She approached slowly.
Inside, Tara tried to organize her memories, clinging to images of her former life, trying to communicate that she was still there, alive, fighting. She knocked again, harder this time, her heart pounding.
The human-rabbit frowned, the feeling that something was wrong growing stronger. But to everyone around, it was just Tara — or something that looked like her. No one would suspect what was really happening.
Meanwhile, inside the imprisoned mind, Tara whispered to herself, a silent promise:
“I will find a way. I will be heard. I will come back.”
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