"Ah, okay," Diego says, a little taken aback. "That's probably a terrible idea, but if you say so. Try to focus on the wind blowing through the trees. Your physical body is here with us in the attic, but your astral body is there, watching as the fog comes closer over the surface of the water."
The sound of the leaves being moved by the wind deadens as the fog crawls through the trees. The scent of decay grows thicker as the endless cloud of white moves through you.
"Now close your eyes. Be completely present in your visualization," Diego says.
Strange, you had forgotten that your eyes were even open. That itch on your nose is gone too. Diego is still talking, but the relief of no longer having that annoying itch distracts you from him for a moment. You focus on his voice again.
"Petzeiros?" he asks.
"Yeah," you say just so he knows you're listening, but then your breath catches. At some point, a door appeared to your left. It's not attached to any wall, it's just a single gray door in a white frame.
"Where do you want to go first? If you concentrate hard enough, you'll just find yourself there. Oh, and try to tell us what's happening if you can, but if it's too distracting then just focus on what you're doing."
Anuja's photograph is suddenly in your hands again, though you know in the real world it's sitting next to you somewhere. You look at the misty white figures. Only some of them are truly distinguishable as people.
Your eyes land on the one that looks like he's in a Civil War uniform. That's probably a good one to pursue first.
"I'm going to look for that Union soldier," you tell Diego.
You open the door and step through onto a foggy road lit only by the last rays of a setting sun.
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