Will’s eyes widen.
"Are you joking?"
I step closer, tracing the edges of an almost invisible rectangle in the bark.
"It’s here. I just… don’t know how to open it."
I huff in frustration.
"I wish it were as simple as just waving my hand and asking it to open."
I wave my hand dramatically—and freeze.
The bark ripples.
Will gasps.
"Whoa… I saw that. It shimmered."
Heart pounding, I go to press my palm against the trunk—only for my hand to pass right through it.
I yank it back, laughing in shock.
"I can’t open what’s already open," I murmur, realisation sweeping through my body, "it’s always been there. I just needed to see it."
"Els?" Will asks, sending my palpable excitement in the air.
"I've just realised... I think it’s all based on intention," I say slowly, the realisat
