Pāhonoa te oro

At Elmcrest School, nothing felt unusual that morning. The halls were loud. The classrooms were restless. And time moved exactly the way it always had. Or at least… that’s how it seemed. Because sometimes, the biggest changes don’t arrive all at once. They begin with something small. Something easy to ignore. A flicker. A pause. A moment that doesn’t quite feel right. And at Elmcrest… time was already starting to break.