Marisol found herself standing in the middle of a desolate desert, surrounded by twisted, dead trees that seemed to reach out with gnarled fingers. The air was heavy with the stench of decay, and a sense of foreboding hung thick in the air. She knew immediately that she was trapped in a dream.
This was new. Leticia had told her that her powers were unquantifiable and that she should embrace everything that came with it, but she couldn’t shake the sense of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach.
Resigned to her fate, she began to navigate through the twisted landscape, her steps echoing against the barren ground. Every step she took seemed to echo ominously in the stillness of the desert, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. A sense of dread slowly began to claw its way into her mind, but she pressed on.
Eventually, she happened upon a cloaked figure, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Upon further inspection, Marisol found it to be a woman, her eyes closed in deep concentration. Dark energy seemed to emanate from the woman, enveloping her in a malevolent aura.
Marisol felt a chill run down her spine as she approached cautiously, unsure of what to expect.
The woman remained motionless, her hands suspended in the air as though she were channeling some dark power. Marisol couldn’t tear her gaze away from the eerie spectacle, her heart pounding in her chest with a mixture of fear and fascination.
“Well, look who finally decided to wander into my territory,” a voice sneered suddenly.
Marisol’s head immediately snapped around at the sound, her blood running cold as she looked around in search of the source of the voice. The figure before her remained unmoving, which made everything even more terrifying.