Truth, Lies, and the Human Condition

Previously

…“Just fall asleep, Sonia,” I had told her earlier, my voice a low, soothing hum. “Fall asleep the best way you can. And I will go to you. Through meditation. I will cure you.” The promise hung in the air, a fragile thread of hope woven into the fabric of the night. I closed my eyes, the digital ether of our initial connection giving way to the potent, unseen currents of energy that flowed between us. The bloodline witch within me stirred, ready to answer the call, to weave her ancient magic across the miles. The night was young, and the true mystery of Sonia’s illness, and my own capacity to heal it, was only just beginning to unfold.