The wisps moved slowly at first, curling and twisting like mist.
They gathered near her hand, merging together.
A faint orb formed above her palm, glowing softly like a small ball of fog.
It pulsed gently, floating in place.
"This is it," she whispered.
It was the source of the scent.
She stared at it in silence, completely absorbed by what she was seeing.
Then she heard footsteps running down the hallway.
"Seris, did you get ready—"
Marianne stopped mid-sentence as soon as she entered the room.
Her eyes went wide.
The orb hovered gently over Seris' hand, drifting slightly as if caught in an invisible breeze.
It felt 'otherworldly.'
Marianne had a bad feeling about it.
Her face went pale, and she took a small step forward.
"…What… Seris… what is that?" she finally managed.
Seris turned toward her mother. "This is the thing I can smell. Can you smell it now, Mom?"
Marianne didn't answer right away.
