Diving into my bond with Selene is like falling into warm clouds. It's an odd feeling to enter a mental space, but she draws me in naturally, her expertise in this space far outstripping mind.
It's as if my body is separate now, almost a distant memory.
I can't feel the air on my skin. Can't feel the ground I'm sitting on. Even the weight of Selene's body against mine is gone.
There's no smell here.
It isn't even accurate to describe this place as darkness.
It's just—void.
This isn't a place of physical senses, but something else. An energy of the mind, with its own current that ebbs and flows.
As I sink deeper, initial comfort gives way to a maelstrom of emotions so intense, so raw, that I nearly lose myself in them. It's as if I'm drowning in a sea of feelings that aren't entirely my own, yet resonate within me on a primal level.
I want to rage at the fleeting memory of my mate rejecting our fate.
