"Please, don't resist it..."
As I let my mental aura enter the chief's mind, the world around me shifted into something far more intimate and vulnerable than mere sight could offer.
There was a slight resistance, but chief took care of it.
It wasn't just seeing in colors or shapes, but it felt like I was witnessing a profound internal landscape. I could feel the steady currents of his consciousness itself, like ancient waters flowing through solid rock, strong and resilient.
Within this landscape, certain areas shone brighter, more vibrantly.
These were the warm glow of contentment from his recent recovery, a steady thrum of unwavering loyalty to his clan, and a resonant hum of deep pride in his people. These and a few other emotions formed the robust and unshakable anchors of his spirit.
