The morning light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows on the forest floor. The stillness of the clearing was deceptive, a quiet that hummed with the energy I had only just begun to understand. I stood in the centre, barefoot, the damp earth cool beneath my feet as I reached for that hum inside me—the strange, ancient power that refused to be ignored.
“Focus,” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper. My palms tingled as I pressed them together, trying to summon the energy without letting it slip through my grasp like water. It was harder than it looked—like trying to control a wild animal.
A breeze stirred the leaves overhead, and I felt it again: the pull, the charge in the air. This time, I didn’t fight it. I leaned into the feeling, letting it flow through me like a current
