Calm used to be treated like a destination.
People worked toward it.
They prepared for it.
They tried to hold it in place once they arrived.
Rooms were arranged carefully.
Voices were lowered.
Everything waited.
Then Mohg sat down.
Mohg is very good at calm.
He settles into spaces without instruction.
He lowers the temperature of a room just by existing in it.
He does not demand quiet.
Quiet gathers anyway.
For a moment, everything felt right.
And then Pebble arrived.
Pebble does not recognize calm as an ending.
She treats it as a starting signal.
She bursts into still rooms.
She crosses settled lines.
She brings motion where things have just finished resting.
The calm did not break.
It moved.
It shifted to the edges.
It loosened its grip.
It learned to travel.
Mohg did not stop Pebble.
He did not try to preserve the moment.
He adjusted his position.
He stayed.
People noticed this.
If calm could leave without becoming chaos,
then it did not need guarding.
They stopped bracing for its loss.
They stopped treating stillness like something fragile.
Calm came.
Calm went.
Calm returned in different shapes.
Pebble never paused for it.
Mohg made room wherever it landed next.
And so calm stopped being something you kept.
It became something you passed through.
