I was someone who had a system that appeared to be unique not only in the entire world I was born in but in all of the words I visited. I was someone who met with a god-like figure, that wasn't a god only because of its own arbitrary decision not to call itself like that. Even as little as I could understand from all those events and situations, there was no denying that my level of interaction with the secrets of the universe was way greater than that of your average Joe.
Yet it didn't make it any easier to uncover the secret arts that Ayda used to teleport me from standing position in the entry of the room directly to the bed, with my head buried in her soft thighs.
Feeling her hand gently rustling through my hair, I felt the last shreds of the terror of meeting with a god vanish from my mind. What even the most disciplined breathing practice of mine couldn't achieve, just a moment of hiding my face in Ayda's lap did just like that.
"Are you okay now?"
