Simple, hmm, compared to what? Any given Now will always be more complicated than any Then or When. Then already happened, you have the benefit of hindsight. A moment forever locked in place that you can examine from every angle. When hasn't happened, it never does. Every When becomes Now and soon enough is Then.
The temple hummed. It was the week of the Sending. When the Switches came from every city and village within ten days of travel. Although a few came from farther. There were the Arizull Switches that journeyed for close to three weeks. Every year they came from their village in the Airzull valley.
Every Switch had undergone Pressure training. The temple Switches had only one requirement: that those to be Sent could direct the flow of Pressure. There was no particular level of mastery required to be Sent. As long as you could feel the flow of Pressure, the temple Switches allowed you to be sent.
Merio walked the stairs towards the temple. She'd asked why being able to direct the Pressure mattered. Why couldn't anyone be Sent? But now that she was here, on the steps, it was obvious. Being a Switch was the only way to endure the hum. She drew her sphere of Pressure close to her body, to protect herself. She had no idea what would happen if she let the Pressure fade, or, worse yet, expanded it to the point of popping. Nothing good, she suspected. She imagined her bones vibrating to dust, her blood shaking until it boiled, her skin sliding from her like a suddenly empty dress.
When it was her turn to be Sent, the temple Switches at either side nodded to her with slight smiles on their faces. They looked tired. For them to stand there and lead those being Sent required they hold their spheres of Pressure close to their bodies so as to avoid...Well, whatever it was that happened to those unprotected by Pressure. To maintain that level of control over the Pressure, for hours on end, was no easy thing. The Temple Switches would change every three hours. By the end of their shifts they were drained to the point of collapsing. It was rather common to see a temple Switch needing to be carried down the steps.
When Merio tried to look at her hands couldn't see them. She couldn't remember at which point she'd been Sent. She wondered if she was dreaming, but her level of awareness seemed too great for that to be the case. And yet too many things didn't make sense. Not being able to see her hands being a major one. She repeated the one thing she had heard every day of her life: accept. Fighting the unknown was never the way to understand. Acceptance was the only way to direct the Pressure, the only way she'd gotten this far, and the only way she would live to see another day.