“It is, but it is also your reality,” Urella responded to Emile’s question.
Emile saw more images as she spoke.
“Gosh, who are these beautiful models that I see when I close my eyes?” he asked.
“They must be a part of your future if you can see them,” Urella responded peacefully. “Drink some more of the tea so that you can focus,” she urged.
Emile obeyed and as he did so, he realized that the tea was rather pleasant tasting.
“I guess I’m thirsty from all the walking,” he commented before closing his eyes again.
“So, you remember that you walked here?” Urella asked with a frown.
“Yes, but these models seem to be smiling at me,” Emile commented. “What are these? Visions? Am I hallucinating?” he asked in alarm.
“No, you’re not,” Urella replied. “You’re seeing the answers that you came here for.”
“But I haven’t yet told you about my wish, have I?” Emile asked with a concerned frown between his dark eyebrows.