All evidence of my message slips away. And though I’m not entirely sure I am of sound mind, there is no denying the blank page before me. I might have called a witness into the room if my lungs hadn’t tightened to the point of pain. The foreign feeling startles me, enough so to have a cough rattling in my chest. That is when the chill skitters down my spine. I have felt it before. It’s a sort of tugging at my soul, a presence of something infinitely more. I look up from the page where her name refused to remain. And there Mara stands.
