I hold out my hand. The Ferryman is right there, reaching for me, the tips of our fingers graze. The pulse of connection is deep and settling. We are united, shoulder to shoulder.
The circle, all around me, the circle is alive with power, bright and flowing and charged. I am not afraid anymore. I stand within the circle and feel the lift of it. Life support. Vital. Pulsing. I am not afraid. I am not outcast. I am not separate. I am of it.
The Ferryman stands beside me. We carry each other.