Kaura watched the Rings of Tursan spinning, slowly drawing nearer with each turn. “What a wondrous image,” drifted through her mind — and was gone. And suddenly she was spinning along with one of the rings, standing right on it.

In the past few days, she had been meditating several times a day — anxiety struck often, and this skill had become more helpful than ever. A few hours earlier, a message had come from her cousin: “We’re shaking.” Nothing more. No connection since. The news showed footage of explosions at gas storage sites; the death toll remained uncountable.

She grew accustomed to the spinning and began her usual body scan. The body responded sluggishly, as if muffled, while the ring kept gaining speed, making her dizzy. Kaura abandoned the scan and turned her focus to breath: a slow inhale, a slow exhale. The ring slowed. The image of space around her sharpened.

She realized the rings weren’t orbiting Tursan, as she had first thought, but Pallada. There it was, now close — painted in deep navy, dark aquamarine, and shades of burgundy. Inhale - exhale, inhale — exhale… But the image of Pallada clung to her. Fear fluttered in her chest, and the ring picked up speed again. “Relax the neck… soft neck… breathe out into the shoulders…”

A gaping rift scarred the continent. Kaura looked into it calmly. And suddenly, everything became still and clear. The timer chimed.

Though the meditation had been an adventure, her body and mind were now filled with calm. She brewed some tea. A new message came from her cousin: the shaking had stopped, but they were staying in the corridors with go-bags and makeshift shelters. It was hard to take in. The main thing –– her cousin was safe.

A soft chime reminded her: today was her session with the body practitioner. A welcome thought — tension had built up in her body. Meditation helped, but only briefly: the chakral zones would relax, yet the outer muscles remained clenched.

Laura held sessions on the rooftop of her home. There stood her signature relaxation dome — a half-sphere built from translucent panels, their seams threaded with a soft glow, like the breathing of light. The moment you stepped inside, the city’s noise faded, replaced by a gentle pressure in the air, as if the sphere itself embraced you.

Under the dome, little warm-lights floated — soft spheres of glowing warmth, colored like a tender sunset. They brightened and dimmed in slow waves, helping to guide the breath into a calm, meditative rhythm.

––“Hello, my light,” Laura said, setting down her teacup and rising with open arms. Kaura stepped toward her, and they embraced.

––“How are the tears, darling?” the practitioner asked.

Kaura shook her head no, undressing and settling onto the couch.

––“Face up or down?”

––“Let’s start with the back,” she replied.

Laura began guiding her hands with smooth yet steady pressure along the fascia, helping energy spread from the core to the periphery.

Kaura turned onto her back.

––“Your uncried tension is disrupting lymphatic flow. I won’t activate the levitation board just yet. Let’s breathe a little before I work on your neck.”

Suddenly, Kaura was filled with a strange, vivid sensation. She opened her eyes and saw a glow surrounding both herself and Laura: dense violet, aquamarine, and golden-orange swirled around her; while bright beige, gold, and coffee-brown enveloped her friend.

––“There it is!” the practitioner exclaimed. “I’ve always said: no matter how high our civilization climbs the ladder of science — at the top, we’ll find esoterica waiting. The earthquake must’ve released the Field.”

— “You find that funny?”

— “Funny — because it’s true.”

Her calmness kept Kaura from jumping up. She remained lying down.

The practitioner moved her hands in the air, observing the aura. Kaura turned her attention inward. She felt as if everything inside her was swirling and churning — just like the colors around her, as though someone unseen were stirring her from within.

She sat up on the couch, trying to shake off the anxiety. Like the practitioner, she tried to see her aura — but it had already faded. In the quiet that followed, wonder slowly replaced fear, and she felt a desperate longing to witness that strange phenomenon again.

“Lie down, my dear,” Laura said in a soft, soothing voice. “I’ll explain everything.”

“The earthquake and the destruction that followed released and saturated the planet’s Psycho-Field,” the practitioner began in a calm, thoughtful tone. “There’s a belief: when the Field is active, we develop separable psychic energy. It can take on specific forms, though the amount differs for everyone — some have none visible at all. I believe what you saw just now was your own psycho-energy taking form.”

As she spoke, Laura continued working along the fascia of Kaura’s neck — and at last, Kaura began to cry. The practitioner withdrew her hands.

“Let it out. I won’t touch you for now,” she said gently, falling into thought.

But Kaura’s crying didn’t subside — she was no longer just crying, but sobbing, and the sobs tensed her muscles, triggering a chain reaction of tension through her entire body.

Laura reached out, intending to lay her hands on Kaura’s chest to set a point of stabilization — but before she could touch her, a resilient glowing surface pushed her back.

For a moment, everything froze in a transparent tension — and then, above Kaura’s body, a shield ignited, glowing with the same colors that had surrounded her a minute earlier.

––“Oh! So that’s what it looks like!” the practitioner exclaimed — not afraid, but full of wonder.

Kaura froze, then calmed. The shield vanished. The two women exchanged a look.

––“What did you feel?” they asked in unison.

––“A kind of unprecedented lift — and strength!” Kaura replied.

––“And I felt an odd rigidity in the glow. There was no impact, but my hand hit a barrier.”

––“I wonder what the channels are saying. We can’t be the only ones. Let’s see what’s on.” She paused. “Oh right, you’re jamming the signal. Then I’ll get dressed — and we’ll go out.”

The practitioner nodded, falling silent again.

The info-channels spoke only of the disaster — nothing about energy fields or psychic phenomena.

“— Listen, Kaura, don’t speak of what just happened — not yet… You see, not everyone sees it, and not everyone is meant to. Who knows how they might react. I’ll talk to a few interesting women historians I know, ask around — and then I’ll get back to you.”

Kaura nodded in agreement — she felt it too: this wasn’t something to speak of just yet. But inside, something else stirred. It had become vital to her now — to call that glow back again, and to understand what it was and how it worked.