I didn’t mean to enter that dimension. But the portal of my mind – somehow – opened when I touched that stream of consciousness. Not a call, not a hallucination. But a soft, silken pressure around your throat – soothing, but tightening. And then, I saw her. Emma Frost – no introduction needed. She didn’t walk, she appeared. Like a thought in form, like a cold, breathing diamond. Her platinum hair fell in a perfect curve of light. Her icy blue eyes, reflecting every angle of yours – and of yours that you never dared to look at. Without saying a word, she made it clear to me my place – and her place – in this universe.