As this sentence left Levi's mouth, his mind snapped open as if someone had cracked a window into another life... then, a flood of shattered memories poured in: broken, scattered, drifting like shards of glass suspended in green mist.
At first, Levi saw a little blue-skinned boy with two eyes... one on his forehead, and the other at the back of his bald head. He was no bigger than a three-year-old human child.
Levi didn't just see... but he also smelled the aroma of burnt wood, and felt the rays of sunshine hit his face.
He felt like he wasn't peering into someone's memories... but living them from their own point of view.
The boy was barefoot, laughing, chasing a wooden ball down a dusty village path... then, a woman... his mother, maybe, called for him. Levi didn't know for sure, but he felt a close, intimate connection to her.
