Sananga Site

Kael lay back, his heart racing. He had come here seeking clarity, his modern life a blur of screens and stress that had left his vision literally and metaphorically dimmed. Tavo hovered over him. One drop fell into the corner of Kael's left eye, then the right. The world exploded into white fire.

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 . Sananga

“This is not for the eyes of the body,” Tavo said softly, holding a pipette filled with the extract of the Tabernaemontana undulata shrub. “It is for the eyes of the spirit. It burns away the panema —the gray fog of bad luck and heavy heart.” Kael lay back, his heart racing