Chapter TwelveIt’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
The floors under my feet are made of glass, enabling one to see down a few levels, each with its own glass dance floor. The overall vibe to each floor is reminiscent of the Star Wars cantina. There are Cognizant of all different shapes and sizes, from a giant who reminds me of the man who loomed over me during the Rite ceremony, to thin, pointy-eared individuals (elves?), to a gamut of extremely height-challenged people (dwarves or leprechauns?), with an occasional being of Tinkerbell size (pixies?) that hover around on hummingbird-like wings.
My eyes threaten to pop out of their sockets. If I’d had something to drink, I’d think I was on hallucinogens. Though I’ve adjusted my worldview a lot in the past few days, whatever equilibr
