"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."― Edgar Allan Poe
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I leave work early and make it home in record time. Haphazardly throwing my bag, I race towards my computer and create an account on the Psionic Nation wikia. Once done, I retrace my steps to find the self-proclaimed princesses, though their usernames are not their real ones, which makes it a little more challenging to figure out who I'm speaking with.
Aridessa seems to be the spokesperson and leader. That must be Josey. Ayamira, who doesn't seem as active, but her posts radiate positivity, possibly Maye. And Aphredesria, who has no posts, but I could hear Jo's voice while reading her profile. The names spark something within me, but I pay it no mind at the moment. I'm on a particular mission. Taking my chances, I reach out to Ayamira, hoping I'm correct in my assessment of her identity.
I don't have to wait long for a response as she confirms herself as Maye. I ask if we can talk, and she happily agrees to meet up in person and that I can go to her apartment. I change out of my uniform with a sigh of relief and give Nox a tiny kiss on his forehead. He has quickly become my whole world; there are no words to adequately encompass how much I love him, even if I haven't had him that long.
I stand outside their apartment, obsessively checking the address on my phone. *You're being ridiculous, Morana. You only saw something because they had planted the idea.* But they had asked me about the name Sophia, and in that vision, I was being called Clara. I don't even think I was a princess if I go by the clothing, simply just a witch.
"Mor!" The accented voice calls as the door opens. I look up to see Maye with a kind smile on her rounded face. "Come on in." I force a smile while she moves to the side, allowing me to enter.
"Maye, thank you so much for having me," I respond.
"It's no problem. I'm sure this is probably better than risk being overheard at the cafe," Maye waves me off, leading me to the sterile white couch. We both sit and are soon joined by the other two girls. "So, what's up?" My eyes flitter between Josey and Jo, finally setting on Maye.
"I was at work, and I saw...something," I hesitate, taken off guard by the appearance of the others, but swiftly push that to the side. I repeat my vision to them, taking in their reactions. Jo nods along in support, Maye's face softens, and Josey appears genuinely interested this time.
"Well, that doesn't sound like it's related to us, but we will help you figure this out," Maye's tone is gentle, reassuring. I feel my body relax as I lean back into the couch, a weight lifting off my chest.
"I still stand by what I said; she's our sister. I can feel it," Jo stubbornly voices.
"Well, then, I guess that means we're going to have you do a past life regression," Josey states, moving across the room to the bookshelf. She searches for a moment before pulling off a small, white wooden box with what looks like Celtic knots along the sides. As she approaches, I can see pink gems faceted within the knots. While the lid isn't within my field of view, I feel that it's just as intricate and beautiful as the sides.
Jo and Maye move about the room, pushing the coffee table aside to clear the already empty space. My eyebrows knit together, pulling my labret between my teeth once more as my eyes follow their movements. Their motions are practiced as if they've done this numerous times, which I'm sure they have.
Josey seats herself on the floor, placing the box before her as she opens the lid. I lean over to peer inside, spotting an iridescent shell, a bundle of herbs tied together, a feather, and various tiny crystals. As she pulls them out, I begin to hear the same whispers as before. Faint, barely audible, yet still there, singing softly in the background. I can hear the muffled voices of the three girls, but their words don't register within my brain, as I'm too focused on trying to decipher what the lyrical words are.
"Morana?" A hand places itself on my shoulder, and my body jerks back, my heart picking up slightly. I look away from the crystals to find Jo standing over me, her hazel eyes gazing at me with worry. "Are you okay? Did you see something?" Her voice is soft in concern, and for a moment, her face shifts back to the version from the cafe.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm okay," I utter with a shake of my head. I offer her a small smile, my face heating up as I notice the other two staring at me as well. *Why do I keep zoning out?*
"Well, I think it's time," Maye chimes, voice laced with bubbling excitement. Josey and Maye are standing outside a large white circle, with candles and crystals along the lining. There's a space between lines, almost like a doorway.
Josey silently gestures for me to enter. Slowly, with unsure movements, I walk through the gap and into the circle. Jo uses chalk to complete the line, and I can feel a surge of cold energy. It feels like tendrils of ice sprouting from the ground and wrapping around my body, yet it is not unpleasant. It's familiar, like a hug from an old friend. Looking to my feet, blue and silver glowing lines appear, creating a gorgeous pattern. A moon with a large snowflake in the centre, the colours ebbing and flowing much like the ocean's waves.
The three girls sit cross-legged outside the perimeter while I feel the strong urge to lay myself on the floor. Once settled, Josey plays some ambient sounds, like chiming bells. The tones penetrate my body, wildly vibrating through my heart. Calming and energizing at the same time.
"Close your eyes, and breathe deeply and evenly," Jo coos softly, barely above a whisper. I follow her instructions, the sensations and energy getting stronger around me with the loss of vision. Inhale for 4, exhale for 8, in and out, repeating until I begin to feel weightless and lightheaded.
With each breath, I'm pulled deeper and further into the meditative state, my body floating without an anchor. Vaguely, I can hear one of the girls speaking, but it falls into the background. The sounds of the bells and the lyrical whispers drowning out anything else. In this state, I am able to decipher the words, though the language is still unknown to me.
They repeat, getting louder, clearer. The voice is gentle, feminine. I let go, wanting only to hear the words, to know what they are saying. As if hearing my desire, the language shifts, translating into English within my mind.
"Come to home me daughter,
Swim freely in the sea.
Come to where you belong,
Right here next to me.
Your Kingdom awaits,
You've been away for too long.
Now hurry home, daughter,
Before it's all gone."
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