"It's everywhere," August whispered in awe.
It was like she was seeing the world for the first time. The forest was alive with an energy she had always suspected was there but had never seen until now—only it was more brilliant, more breathtaking than she could have ever imagined. It felt divine and ancient.
She watched as a crow flew by with a hint of its aura trailing gracefully along behind it in a soft midnight blue hue. Now she noticed that there were trails like this all around them—traces of things that had been and gone. It was utterly breathtaking, and she laughed quietly, watching the splendor of life shimmer around them.
"I think you're having fevers because your body is fighting this ability, which is like an additional sense that seems foreign to it. It would take a lot of strength to fight it," Greta watched August as she took in her new sight. "You're essentially fighting yourself."
