Falling to sleep one night, I find myself slipping into the void, a darkness so empty it seems to stretch beyond time. As quiet as the dead, until the distant thump of drums and a flickering flame catch my senses. I'm floating down, down toward the sound and heat, and suddenly, there's a bonfire blazing in the heart of a jungle night. Twelve painted tribe members chant and beat their drums in a steady rhythm as I hover unconsciously above the massive fire.

The flames consume me, but they shift, morphing into a young man lost in a dancing trance. I freeze above him, mirroring his movements without thought. The dark shaman moves, and I’m pulled along, following him to a distant lake. Now there’s a line of tribesmen on either side, chanting, drumming, keeping me locked in a daze as we approach the water. At the lake's edge, the men suddenly stop, and the shaman dives into the frigid water, disappearing without a ripple. I hover above the stillness, and then, in a blink, everything shifts.

It’s a bright, warm summer day, and I’m walking along a cobblestone path bordered by a moss-covered stone wall. The path curves around the property of a grand two-story white house, a massive oak tree standing sentinel in the front yard. I feel warm energy beside me, perceiving through layers of time leading to this place, empty except for the path I’m on and...