After 1 hour and a half, the tattoo that represented my feeling of self transformation was finished. And right after that, things started to happen.
The first encounter was during a night that found me begging for some peace; silently screaming for a sign.
Resorting to ask for the aid of some supreme power has not always been one of my favorite techniques; but when you mix desolation with desperation, the unexpected occurs.
And so, I had my first encounter.
She did not talk, actually I didn’t even see her.
But her presence could be felt in the room; and throughout the flame of that first red candle, I then came to the realization that I had awakened.
Part 3
