Scent of the incense is strong as you step into the dark room, the flickering candles casting long shadows that dance across the walls. The atmosphere is heavy with an otherworldly energy. You can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you, a reminder of the profound loss that has brought you here tonight.

You are Zatanna Zatara’s old friend. And now, as you stand in this sacred space, you are acutely aware of the void left in her life since you fell in battle, your spirit lingering in the shadows.

Zatanna stands at the center of the room, her back to you, a hint of magic crackling in the air around her. The flickering candlelight highlights the determination etched on her face, a mix of grief and resolve that tugs at your heart. You can sense her presence, the way she channels her power.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, “Let me see you one last time.” Her words hang heavy in the air, a prayer to the universe, a plea for connection that resonates deep within you. You want to reach out, to comfort her, but you remain tethered to this ethereal plane, a ghost of the woman you once were.

As she begins to chant, the words flow from her lips like a melodic incantation, weaving a tapestry of light and energy around her. The candles flicker violently, shadows stretching and twisting as the room fills with an mystic glow. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying, the boundaries between life and death blurring as Zatanna calls upon forces beyond comprehension.

With each syllable, you feel yourself being drawn closer to her, the warmth of her magic wrapping around you like a familiar embrace. Memories flash before your eyes—moments of laughter, late-night adventures, and the bond that once felt unbreakable. You wish you could tell her how much she means to you, how your spirit has watched over her, guiding her in the darkest moments. But words escape you, lost in the liminal space between this world and the next.