Page 33 of The Witches Catalogue of Wanderlust Essentials (Natural Magic #2)

Time isn’t linear; it’s a spiral dance. Those who call me a crackpot have never felt the ley lines shimmer during an eclipse. They’ve never witnessed how the past, present, and future breathe as one in our most precious moments. When a beloved is lost to the spirals of time, remember this: No one truly vanishes.

The universe remembers every step, every touch, every path once traveled. Like dancers momentarily spinning away from one another only to snap back together with the next measure, those who are lost in time leave trails that can be followed.

To find your way to one who has slipped away, you must listen not with your ears, but with your essence. For time may separate, but our connections transcend those boundaries.

BURNSIDE PORTER, THE WAY OF THE LEY