“I’m your Mother, Chandra,” says the voice in my head. It’s a pleasant voice, unlike the pitiful creature before me. She is breathing inside the stasis chamber, but nothing else visually describes her being alive. It’s her breathing and the way she speaks directly into my mind.
“Come, give me your questions.”
“Hi,” I answer, unsure what to do with myself.
Where should I begin? Mother Chandra will reveal hidden secrets according to herself, but I have no clue. For once, I’m unable to ask questions. Because where do I start? I don’t know what secrets she can reveal. And can I trust her? I’ve never met her before. I must get to know her first, so I do as Mother Kitty has taught me to do in court: learn who I’m speaking to.
“Who are you? What are you?”
I cringe at the last question, but t
