My head aches so bad, and it feels like there are demons crawling in my membrane, telling me find comfort in my darkness; shadows embracing me as they try to pull me in deeper until I open my eyes.

My blurred sight meets an intricately designed roof with a chandelier. The space around me is dark and familiar with a scent that was once close to my heart.

I recognize that scent anywhere. The sweet aroma of boiling herbs and tea.

“Earth to you, Tara,” some old cranky voice tells. A familiar ...