ZYON POV
I don't know for how long I've been out, but when I regained consciousness I decided it was better to spend more time pretending until mom departed for a break, or at least retire to the bathroom, given the first option is an impossible task for a mother who treasures her child so much.
Since I was able to recognize my surroundings, as it has the scent a lap is known for, and knowing I was safe, it is mom's complaints I've unfortunately been listening to, and that's so much punishment to my mind, now that I can't divert my mental compass to the capital where Liz is, due to the scientific radioactive bullshit fence the waterfalls has up for protection.
The more I force myself to think and will my mind far away from Mom's unfaltering energy of unceasing scolding me. The only pl
