Sananga -

The liquid in the small glass vial looked like cloudy tea, but Kael knew better. He sat on a woven mat in the heart of the Amazon, the humid air thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke. Beside him, a Matsés healer named Tavo prepared the medicine known as .

It wasn't a dull pain; it was an electric, searing heat that felt like molten light. Kael’s first instinct was to squeeze his eyes shut and fight it, but Tavo’s voice drifted through the heat. “Do not run. Breathe into the fire. Let it consume what you no longer need.” Sananga

He stood up, his balance surer, his focus laser-sharp—the same clarity that once guided hunters to see through the densest thicket. He had come looking for a cure for his sight, but as he looked at Tavo, he realized he had finally learned how to truly see. The liquid in the small glass vial looked