The spell of Rhamiel

In that surreal moment, I find myself both an observer and a willing participant, straddling the shifting boundaries of reality. Witnessing everything through Hannah’s eyes. The connection between us blurs the lines of our identities. I can feel her emotions, see the world through her perspective, and understand her thoughts. She’s not just a past version of me; she’s an intricate part of my existence.

And as I watch her, I realize the depth of her connection to Rhamiel. He’s her world, her everything.

The world around me, a vivid landscape of wildflowers and majestic mountains, pulsates with vibrant life. Every blade of grass and petal of wildflower is a testament to the earth’s untamed beauty. It’s a moment of tranquility before the impending storm, a brief respite in the face of imminent chaos.