It enveloped her, not cold, but a thick, honeyed warmth. And then she saw .
"What is that?" she whispered, eyes wide.
"It's a Bong Cloud," Mr. Elara said, not bothering to hide it. "Don't touch it unless you're ready."
Maya stumbled back, tears on her face. But they weren't sad tears. They were the tears of someone who had just seen their own soul's blueprint.
It enveloped her, not cold, but a thick, honeyed warmth. And then she saw .
"What is that?" she whispered, eyes wide.
"It's a Bong Cloud," Mr. Elara said, not bothering to hide it. "Don't touch it unless you're ready."
Maya stumbled back, tears on her face. But they weren't sad tears. They were the tears of someone who had just seen their own soul's blueprint.