Chapter 167

• Marisol found herself standing in the middle of a desolate desert, surrounded by twisted, dead trees that seemed to reach out with gnarled fingers. The air was heavy with the stench of decay, and a sense of foreboding hung thick in the air. She knew immediately that she was trapped in a dream.
• This was new. Leticia had told her that her powers were unquantifiable and that she should embrace everything that came with it but she couldn't shake the sense of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach.
• Resigned to her fate, she began to navigate through the twisted landscape, her steps echoing against the barren ground. Every step she took seemed to echo ominously in the stillness of the desert, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. A sense of dread slowly began to claw its way into her mind, but she pressed on.