[Of course, Frieda is happy to have Falin as her ritual partner. It's fortunate, for this purpose, that they don't know each other well yet! Yet she can't help but feel a bit nervous as she holds her hands by the fire. She shares her concern: What will they encounter in the mindscape?
Once they arrive in the metaphysical space, the vast meadow is seemingly split in two halves: Falin's golden rows of grain under a light blue sky, contrasted by Frieda's green grass field, dotted with trees, under heavy storm clouds. Far away, an enormous wall seems to stretch across the horizon. Gazing at the castle on Falin's side, she immediately wonders:]
Between the Truths and Lies
Once they arrive in the metaphysical space, the vast meadow is seemingly split in two halves: Falin's golden rows of grain under a light blue sky, contrasted by Frieda's green grass field, dotted with trees, under heavy storm clouds. Far away, an enormous wall seems to stretch across the horizon. Gazing at the castle on Falin's side, she immediately wonders:]
Is that your home?