*Briella*
I kneeled on the grassy earth, allowing my palms to rest on the cool blades. My eyes closed gently, my breaths deepening as I sought the core of magic within me. The world seemed to hush, waiting as if it were also drawing a long, grounding breath.
"Focus," I whispered to myself, coaxing my mind away from the chaos of thoughts. I imagined each worry and distraction like leaves caught in a gentle stream, carried away from the center of my consciousness.
Breathe… Deep breath in… Deep breath out… Repeat…
The ground beneath my hands pulsed with life, a slow but steady rhythm that matched my heartbeat. It was as though the soil itself had veins coursing with magic that could only be felt by those who truly listened. I wanted to listen. I needed to.
With every beat, energy flowed up through my palms, winding its way through my body, igniting the spaces behind my eyes with bursts of color.
