Pola | 2
That night, Raya performed the penarikan —the withdrawal. She placed the mirror at the center of Pola Dua and whispered Kaleb’s forgotten name, learned from a century-old death record. As she spoke, the sand began to shimmer. A second shadow peeled off from her uncle’s sleeping form—grey, frayed at the edges, and humming with the sound of deep water.
Don’t seek Pattern Two. It will seek you.
Raya secretly filmed her uncle one night. When she reviewed the footage, her blood turned cold. In the recording, her uncle’s body walked Pola Satu —the safe spiral. But his shadow, stretched by moonlight, traced Pola Dua in reverse, pulling against his steps like a leash. pola 2
“There are two pola,” Mbah Siti said without looking up. “One for the body’s journey. One for the soul’s.”
She drew a shape that mirrored the cliff’s spiral—but inverted. Where Pola Satu curled inward like a nautilus, Pola Dua twisted outward like a storm unspooling. That night, Raya performed the penarikan —the withdrawal
Her uncle woke gasping, his shadow normal once more. But Raya noticed something else: the mirror now held a faint, permanent spiral on its surface. And if she looked very closely, she could see a fisherman standing at its center, finally still, his two shadows rejoined.
She buried the mirror beneath the cliff’s eastern edge. From that night on, the village reinstated Pola Satu —but also carved a small warning beside it: Jangan cari Pola Dua. Dia yang akan mencari kamu. A second shadow peeled off from her uncle’s
The village doctor called it “parasomnia.” Mbah Siti called it bayangan terbelah —the divided shadow.
