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 ...