After the ground comes the turning. There is a moment in every calling when the air itself begins to change — when what once flowed toward one center slowly bends in a new direction. In this part of the dream, the atmosphere shifts. Attention, weight, and unseen power begin to move away from the figure at the center of the crowd and lean toward me instead.

Nothing outwardly explains it. The leader is still speaking. The people are still gathered. The dust, the noise, the devotion remain. Yet the invisible current that holds everyone’s focus begins to loosen from where it was anchored. The air remembers another assignment. These three scenes trace that turning — from the first subtle change, to the eyes that suddenly find me, to the weight of attention that signals what is about to come.