Ever since Grandpa disappeared from home, dreadful and elusive dreams haunted Phoenixa, except one night, a delightful astral vision visited her for a change.

In the vortex of the thickest black, in an undefined space, there was a dot of blue light rising from the bottom of a well to the height of the clouds. On the way to its accession, it picked Phoenixa up from her bedside and carried her all the way through an upward serpentine tunnel before reaching the southbound zenith.

There, a magnificent celestial show was on display. The sky seemed to be on fire. A pool of dancing blue, purple, green, pink flushed the prevailing crimson. “How wondrous!” Phoenixa was wild-eyed, soaking up the energy all around. She wondered who carried her and showed her the way.

“There you are, my child, you have arrived,” a mature female voice sounded from high above.

“Yes, ancestors, pardon my lag. I wanted to hurry up growing, but, but… circumstances… were such… that… But, anyway, I am so thrilled that I got through… Are you… Grandma or Great-Grandma or Great-Great-Great-Grandma? Where… are you?” The girl stuttered while looking up and around, sourcing the voice that was speaking with her.