Dylan sat cross-legged, his eyes fixed on the gently crackling fire. In front of him, Maggie and Elisa had their eyes closed, their breathing calm and synchronized as they sank deep into meditation.
Night had already fallen, and Dylan was eager to find out what it felt like to reach the state of perception. Elisa had told him about it, but she hadn't experienced it herself either. She knew enough to explain it, but knowing and feeling were two very different things.
More than anything, Dylan was looking forward to the moment when spiritual essence would help his body regenerate faster. The wound on his side was itching like crazy now that he was sitting still.
Now that he was sure the others had already started absorbing, he was ready to begin his own journey.
He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift like a tiny canoe in a vast void, shutting out all external disturbances. His spirit began to weave its way toward the stone in his hand.
