Chapter 39: Terrestrial Plane

“Do you plan to tell it or is it not story time again?” I ask.

“It seems there are many stories to tell. I’m not sure which you would like to hear first.”

“When there’s so much I don’t know, I’m not sure where you should start.” I say honestly.

Theia sighs.

I embrace the silence between us. On a cellular level we are connected. It’s intimate but also invasive. It’s comforting to always feel someone with you, but also terrifying and claustrophobic.

“There are many planes to exist upon.” She begins, thoughtfully. “These planes can exist with or without your knowledge, and are in most cases self-contained.”

She pauses before continuing, “The Gods and Goddesses are not bound to a singular plane. They can move and influence different planes of existence. This is the terrestrial plane of your birth.”

I can see the fields of the estate in my mind. The wheat grasses bending with the wind, as if ghosts delicately danced upon them, in an invisible ball upon the fields. I could smell the deep