The third eye

"Where do I start?" I inquire, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty lingering in my voice. The Ancient One raises her hand and gently taps my forehead, a gesture laden with mysterious intent. Before I can articulate my question, her eyes flash with an otherworldly glow, and she utters, "Open your eye."

"Shoot," escapes my lips, barely a whisper, as an indescribable sensation ensues. It feels as if my soul is being tugged, pulled by an invisible force, separating from my physical form. In that moment, my soul swiftly commands the protector orb to be vigilant, scanning the surroundings for any potential threats or prying eyes. The orb affirms its duty with resolute determination.

In an instant, I am whisked away into the vastness of the universe, hurtling through constellations, stars, and galaxies. I bear witness to cosmic beings of unimaginable grandeur, existing amidst dimensions of beautifully destructive chaos. My journey takes me from star to star, planet to planet, and in a fleeting glimpse, I behold Asgard, a celestial island gleaming with a resplendent golden aura. A figure on the Bifrost seems to wave toward me, but the image remains elusive before I am propelled toward another distant galaxy. My soul feels as though it has been tossed into a maelstrom, and I sense numerous beings attempting to probe and scrutinize me. However, their efforts are thwarted by the unwavering protection of the orb, which adapts and strengthens itself with each encounter, assimilating invaluable knowledge.

Amidst traversing the countless planes of existence, I experience a sudden gravitational pull toward a particular realm, only to be abruptly diverted from the Ancient One's magic and drawn into a realm of haunting familiarity. In this ethereal plane, seemingly empty and boundless, my presence is acknowledged by a radiant blue glow that suffuses the surroundings. Wisps of energy, reminiscent of delicate butterflies, swirl and dance around me. Intrigued, I reach out to touch one, and as our connection is forged, I am instantly swept away, immersed in a cascade of memories. Not my own, but those belonging to others who, like me, possessed the power to manipulate time. Their experiences flood my senses, and I am transported through a kaleidoscope of emotions, living their triumphs and sorrows, their joys and regrets.

Returning from the countless memories, I find myself enveloped by a shimmering aura of blue, its luminescence emanating from a myriad of ethereal butterflies. They pulsate with that familiar time energy, whispering secrets of forgotten ages. In this timeless plane, I gradually begin to exert control, navigating the currents of energy with a sense of purpose and belonging. The plane, in its infinite wisdom, seems satisfied, as if silently imparting a message to wield this power with utmost care.

As I manipulate the ebb and flow of energy, an extraordinary transformation takes place. Unbeknownst to me, my soul begins to radiate a brilliant blue luminescence, pulsing with newfound vitality. It is as though a barrier that once constrained me has been shattered, granting me unfettered access to this mystical realm. With a profound sense of gratitude and understanding, the plane bids me farewell, gently nudging me back on course, directing me towards Earth.

As I emerge from the plane's embrace, the Ancient One's magic takes hold once more, steering me back toward my terrestrial destination. The travel through the multiverse has forever altered my perception, leaving an indelible imprint upon my soul.