“You’re halfway gone,” she said.
A child pointed. “What’s that glowing thing?” Companion -2025-2025
Inside, nestled in gray foam, was a small glass sphere no larger than an apple. It pulsed with a soft, warm light—like a heartbeat, but slower. When she touched it, the light flared gently, and a voice—neither male nor female, but kind—spoke inside her mind. “You’re halfway gone,” she said