Rael and Eon sat cross-legged on their bed, their palms pressed together, a faint glow surrounding them. Their breathing synchronized, the rhythm steady and calm. As their focus deepened, the world around them blurred, and they found themselves standing in their shared mindscape—a cliff resting on a vast, endless barren land.
Before them loomed the Reaper, his massive scythe planted in the ground, the white sands of the hourglass in his hand slowly moving like a passage of time. His voice echoed, emotionless and unyielding.
"What do you seek, children?"
