Aura Farm

One morning, I woke up in a strange house with no memories, a questionable haircut, and a letter from myself—well, a letter from another me—claiming I’m a character in a novel. Weird? Sure. But it gets weirder. Apparently, I have a superpower called “Aura Farming.” I don’t know what that means, but it sounds like something between spiritual gardening and a yoga class gone horribly right.



My name’s Gavin Goodman, and I have no idea what I’m doing. But when life hands you metaphysical identity crises and plot twists, there’s only one thing to do: shrug, smirk, and roll with it.