Rigel, an experienced shaman, was now staring at the ritual table with childish uncertainty. The decision to make contact with the soul of his deceased friend had finally been made. But doubts about his own abilities tormented him more than ever.

Darkness. The crackle of the candle. The icy stone tabletop begins to heat up sharply beneath his fingers. It feels pleasantly warm. Hot. Very hot... It feels like ripping hands off. Unbearably painful. A sharp gust of wind at first pleasantly refreshing, but in the next couple of minutes the cold is already cramping whole body. And then, like a soft plaid, something seems to cover shoulders. The pain is gone. A pleasant warmth spreads throughout my body.

Callioria. He is here.

The sudden feeling of closeness with spouse immediately caused Rigel to feel a storm of emotions. He could not conyrol them: hot tears rolled down his cheeks.
Callioria's presence was undeniable. At last, for the first time in years, they could talk.

Rigel had something to say and something to apologize for. The two will have their conversation in total silence. It will be a long and very quiet night.
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