The weight of my grandmother's hand on mine was both comforting and electrifying, a tangible connection to a power that transcended the boundaries of the physical world. As her words washed over me, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to surrender to the currents of magic that pulsed through her touch.
"Lydia is your perfect match," she whispered, her voice a gentle echo in the recesses of my mind. "So close your eyes and try to feel connected to her."
I exhaled a heavy sigh, my chest tightening with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. How could I connect with Lydia when she had slipped through my fingers like grains of sand, lost to a darkness that threatened to consume her?
