“Maya’s head felt heavy and she could hardly keep her eyes open. She peered into the bottom of her cup, remnants of tea leaves swirled at the bottom.
With eyes closed, a vision of a man appeared before her. Faceless, she only felt his presence, his energy, a connection like she felt with Aquarius. Who are you? The features of his face, the jawline, the shape were elusive, but those eyes. I know you. They were his eyes, and they were hers. A mirror. Looking into his eyes, she could see what he saw. The past, the future, a world beyond her own understanding. She could see him staring back into her eyes like a mirrored version of herself. A voice not her own: You are part me and I part you. She knew him. I have always known you. The man who summoned her to see the Queen Supreme. What is it to know a mystery? It is to know the history. To feel pain and joy. To know love and be free.”