Arona put down her paintbrush and sighed loudly. She did not want to paint the walls of this damn cave. She wanted to find her friends.
She closed her eyes and listened to the silence. She listened until she felt the edges of her body disappear and begin to merge with the darkness. And still she listened.
At last she heard the voice.
It’s easy. Just move.
She felt the question start to form in her mind. As she asked it the edges of herself once again began to separate from the cave.
Shhhhhhhhhh she whispered, because she liked this feeling of being part of the All.
And without questioning, at least for now, she began to move.