Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 168
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻
Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 168
Bella comes in with a sandwich and a coffee, and for the first time in a week, the food actually carries taste. Her touch also feels warmer, closer.
I can feel how my world is slowly stitching itself back together, like two torn fabrics sewn into one.
I reach for the coffee, lift it, drink, I look at my hand and the cup when I put it back. The moment passed without friction.
It is my hand again, my mouth, the swallow, the movement smooth and real.
For the first time since the rupture, it was natural. This is my body. I look at Bella laughing, "It feels like mine again."
She sighs, "I am glad to have you back, you had me worried there, Timewalker."
It wasn´t a single return, more like a slow reconnection. Like a soul carefully fusing back to bone, nerve, and blood. Each day, another thread is tied down. Till they were all connected once more.
Till, we were intertwined again, her body and mine moving in perfect synergy. Her flesh flowing through my hands, her softness and abundance touching mine, now I am without doubt: I am here. I am whole again.
At least my body feels whole again, my mind is not so sure. Everything I saw, Martia....the boy, the world becoming unhinged.
The details have faded due to the intense fever, but the images are there.
The feeling of being absorbed into the machine is still there. The idea that so many voluntarily hand over their existence to filled with a manufactured reality....it´s still there.
Timewalker, she called me.
Why did she reference the Witches series, of course. But was there any truth to it?
Did I not have a bad cock up, a mess of unfortunate events?
A fever led meditation, leading me into a very fantasy follow-up of the book I am writing?
Of course, I would see Avalon.
And as Martio is my ancestor, Martia makes sense. But not as the spill in a spiritual rebellion?
Avalon might be a refuge, hiding in plain sight as a holiday retreat for those who like to get away from all the hustle, bustle, and mass tourism.
But a hidden fortress in a silent insurgency?
Avalon was more of a covenant, a place where old souls reunite, far away from all the distractions.
The word distraction sends chills through my core. I feel the constant pressure again, just for a little while I am back in the boy's body....and I feel even more lost than I did the last couple of days.
"I think it´s time," she says as she sits down next to me.
I don´t have to ask what she is referring to; I hear it in the tone of her voice.
"Did you hear anything?" I ask, a bit startled by her sudden certainty.
Bella and I have been working out our Avalon idea for months, and my idea of The Refugio has been lingering around for years.
Why now that I am just starting to feel like myself, although still in recovery somewhat?
"You were tested, again." It´s not a whisper, but she speaks softly while she puts her hand on my face.
I know she´s right, although I do not understand the test.
"But why, what made this test different?"
She does not answer, but I see it now. What I thought was me unraveling, slipping out of my own skin, and losing all grip on reality, was not just an accident or a flaw in my mind.
Those days when my body felt alien, when every step carried the weight of nausea and doubt, when I questioned if I would ever return fully, that was the crucible.
I had been pulled apart, forced to wander the edge of myself, and then left with only one choice: to fight my way back.
It wasn’t dramatic, not a single battle cry, but the quietest form of strength, choosing again and again not to give up. Choosing to trust my breath even when it felt foreign, choosing to anchor myself in the smallest truths.
Choosing to allow Luzbella to lead me back to myself.
I realize now that this was the initiation. The test was never about leaving; it was about returning. About proving to myself that even when I feel scattered across dimensions, even when my mind claws through fog and doubt, I can still find my way home.
Slowly, painfully, but I did. Each moment of grounding stitched me back into place. Each act of patience wove me tighter into this body.
And now, we are here, ready to move on; I am not fragile. I am not at the mercy of disconnection.
I have faced the void within myself and returned. That is my strength. This body is my chosen vessel. And I now know that I can lose my way and still control it enough to come back.
The test is passed, I came back from afar, back to the call of Avalon.
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
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