Mara took a breath, then expelled it, slowing her breathing into a meditative rhythm.
After her breathing was under control, she turned her consciousness inward, exploring the
depths of her own mind. If minds could be seen as rooms, hers was like a combination of
a giant warehouse and a library. There were great shelves that stretched into many, many
aisles. Most were empty, and the large room felt barren. Mara kept moving straight, heading
towards the back, where the glow that lit the room was brightest. The closer she got, the
more intense the glow became. Mara stopped as she reached the last two bookcases. To her
left, the bookcase had two and a half shelves that were filled with large, thick volumes of
books, flanked on the ends by pictures which moved. Those pictures were playing scenes
from Mara's life. The bookcase on her right was also filled with books and pictures, but
only a single shelf was filled. The pictures on that shelf played scenes from Jabal's life.
These are memories that are playing. Both my memories and Jabal's memories. As two
separate people. Then, I wasn't really him after all, just myself. I wonder if I was watching
his memories. What are they doing in my mind anyway? Mara shook herself. There were
more important things to do right now. Mara moved past the bookcases and came to the
alcove that marked the end of the room. The glow came from a large sphere on a
pedestal which stood in the middle. There was nothing else in the alcove. The sphere itself
was as colorless as glass, but inside airy, wispy lights danced up and around. The lights
were changing color from green to yellow to purple to pink to icy blue and back again.