There’s a voice calling to me. I can’t understand what it’s saying. Everything has gone hazy and it’s hard to make out more than shapes. Something bright is coming towards me, and it makes my blood feel cold. The voice is insistent. I close my eyes to focus on it.

I’m in a clearing in a charred forest. Around my feet are fragrant, green plants just beginning to bud. The voice is clear, as if it were coming from just behind me. I don’t turn to look. I know that no ...