Most of the time I move through this world invisibly. I see, I observe, I hear, but rarely do I participate. I leave no trace. If I put my fingers in water you can see no ripples. I cannot feel the sun, the rain, or the wind on my skin. This little tablet computer is my only way of communicating with the world.
I watched the love of my life die a brutal death on a stake in the town square of Bologna in 1715. Not even a year later and she would have been saved. The last thing she did was to cast a spell to make sure we’d meet again in another life, another time. She said we’d find each other. I have been waiting ever since.