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he asked, ready for anything. Alice looked up at him, grateful for his steady presence. “Just stay here. I… I think I need to try something new.” She bit her lip, remembering what Leonora had told her once, about the power of sending one’s spirit out beyond the body. It was a risky skill, one Leonora had called astral projection, but Alice knew she had to try. If she couldn’t find her loved ones physically, maybe she could reach them in spirit. Pedro nodded, though his gaze turned wary. “Are you sure, Alice? I mean… I’ve heard things. That it can be dangerous, that you could get lost or… not come back.”

Sasha, attuned to the whispers of astral winds, murmured, "The answers we seek are written in the very breath of this realm. We must listen, for the astral winds carry the secrets of the cosmos." Maris, a guardian of earthly and astral realms, cautioned, "The astral challenges may not be tangible, but they are no less real. Stay vigilant; the astral enigma tests not just strength, but perception." Seraphina, her lyre resonating with astral melodies, played a tune that seemed to merge with the very essence of the realm. "Our journey is a symphony, each note resonating through the astral expanse. Let our melodies harmonize with the cosmic energies."

Inside her room. She took a few moments to grab a glass of water and breathe. Rozelyn just breathes, reiterating to herself that it is just a dream spell. She sat at the edge of her bed and grabbed her father’s journal. Rozelyn gaped. There, at the end of the dream spell instruction, are the words that made her realize that there is more to it than being just a dream. “This dream spell is also known as Astral Projection, separating your body and spirit temporarily and venturing into the real world…”

I asked. He shook his head. “What you witnessed was astral projecting. It is nay the same thing. Time travel is just that. You go from one time in history to another. It takes magic to accomplish. Astral projecting is something that anyone can do with practice. It is generally done within their own time.” “How much do you know about astral projecting, then?” I asked. He shrugged. “I dare say I have a goodly knowledge of it. Why do you ask?”

It was a start, albeit a slow one. “No, my sister is very much alive.” Her mother said, pursing her lips. She refilled her glass, the crimson liquid splashing within. This was her third one since the start of dinner. I knew the two of them weren’t very close, but it seemed like she still cared for her estranged sibling. “Astral projection is a tricky ability. We can latch onto people’s energy and let it take us to them. If they’re dead, all we feel is this absence of where their energy used to be.”