“I talked to my little witches,” Laura began the moment Kaura closed the door to her dome. “And here’s what they told me.

About sixty years ago, a man named Sairan Liav published several papers proposing the existence of an additional dimension — the Psychofield. In those articles, he argued that humans possess psychic energy that can materialize, though only under certain conditions.

In the past, manifestations of this energy appeared during global catastrophes. According to his theory, such events generate a field of psychic energy, and against this background people begin to produce separable psychic energy of varying intensity, which, depending on its level, can take on distinct energy forms. Those forms, in turn, endow their carriers with extraordinary abilities.”

“But such global catastrophes are rare, and the evidence of those phenomena has long been regarded as myths and legends.

He actively tried to promote the idea of interdisciplinary research into the theory of the Psychofield and psychic energy forms. His father and he were the founders of this concept, but it was never officially recognized even as a theory — all their conclusions were based on tales, chronicles, and family records passed down through generations. They called themselves the keepers of this knowledge.

Naturally, no one approved any research for them, and soon they became the object of ridicule. He left the Academy of Sciences and moved to his ancestral farm, never appearing in public again.”

“They say his grandson is a well-known sports reporter now — Auran Liav, though I don't know him personally.”

“I do,” Kaura replied. “We met at a conference. We even work in the same garden. He is actually quite charming — I’d even say sexy. Are those papers still around? And do your witches have energy forms of their own?”

“They said they'll try to find and send the articles,” Laura answered, ignoring the second question. “They also mentioned that even without them, those with a high level of psychic energy can — and will — discover its nature on their own, by entering the Field. The only question is how to enter it…”

The air inside the dome quivered; the word “Field” stirred a faint, almost inaudible echo in the space around them. Laura lifted her face, closed her eyes, and grew thoughtful.

But just as Kaura was about to tell her about her own meditative experience, the craftswoman continued:

“Yes! Another important point. Different people have different levels of energy, and therefore different abilities in how they can use it.

There are people with a low level of psychic energy — Leners: their energy doesn’t manifest and cannot be separated.

There are people with a medium level — Meners: their energy is weak and can only occasionally separate or take a simple form.

And finally, the strongest — Heners, people with a high level of psychic energy. They can give it form, reach the metaphorical fields surrounding the planet, see others of their level there, sense the energy of the Meners, and possess special abilities.”

When she spoke of the Leners, she frowned slightly; but at the mention of the Heners, her eyes gleamed, reflecting the very power she was describing.

“I actually have something to tell you about that!” Kaura exclaimed.

Laura turned her face toward her friend and looked at her intently.

“During meditation, it felt like I was thrown onto the Rings of Tursan. Only they weren’t around Tursan — they were around Pallada. And there were other people there, including you, by the way! Did you meditate last night?”

“No.”

“Maybe that’s why your eyes were closed there? And maybe only those in meditation can move with their eyes open?”

“I don’t understand. Tell me everything in detail,” Laura said impatiently.

Kaura described her meditative adventure.

“Can’t wait to meditate,” Laura said excitedly. “Too bad I’m packed with clients today.”

“Yeah, I’ve got work to do too. Honestly, it all feels kind of surreal. Maybe it’s one big dream? And if it’s not — what are we supposed to do with all this?”

“To awaken to yourself — and delight in the awakening.”

A chime rang, signaling the arrival of a client, and the friends said their goodbyes.

The flipp obediently carried Kaura to the coworking space. She walked to her desk on autopilot, turned on the screen, and pulled up the latest data on the biochains of the affected districts. The algorithms showed disruptions in the microflora, oxygen imbalance, and forecasts that required manual correction — but the numbers refused to make sense.

The desk automatically adjusted to her height, rising and lowering with her movements. Kaura kept sitting down and standing up, as if changing her angle of view might somehow alter the logic of the data itself. She stared into the charts, typed something on the panel, then suddenly leaned back and gazed over the top of the screen — as though something important might appear right there, hanging in the air.

Kaura sighed, ran a hand over her face, and tried to focus again. But fragments of her journey through the Field kept surfacing before her eyes, mingling with echoes of Laura’s words — all intertwining into strange patterns and half-formed insights.

It felt as if she were on the verge of deciphering the formula of life itself, yet each time she drew closer, everything blurred, leaving only the sense of a fragile mystery.

Her mind kept wandering through the visions of the Psychofield, unwilling to leave them. Kaura resigned herself to the impossibility of getting any work done and called her cousin, forcing herself back to the ordinary.

“I’ll send you the address of a great restaurant with live music. Come there once you’re free. Let’s have dinner — unwind a little.”

On the way to the restaurant, she noticed Auran’s flipp — he was clearly heading to the rabsad.

A thrill ran through her at the thought of their shared secret. She smiled: even after cataclysms, theories, and meditations, the hardest thing remained the same — choosing the right partner for anything, and understanding where one’s own life was truly leading.