Chapter 22
My body didn't look good. There were still threads running through it, but one by one they were dimming. I was becoming less a part of that world.
I was suddenly certain that if I shifted my consciousness back to my physical form, I would promptly die.
I looked down at the wand in my hand. Was there something I could do to fix things?
I could feel the texture of the wood, the warmth that was more from my own hand warming it as I gripped it tight. It was the one thing I could feel in this web world.
And yet it wasn't connected to me. None of its threads interlocked with mine. It was supposed to be an extension of my own being, and yet I could see clearly that it was completely separate.
I shifted its position so that it was laying across both my palms, resting on them witho
