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Earlier that week...
It’s a silent night. Lying in her bed, Julikana seems to be moving in and out of consciousness. A dreadful nightmare shakes her out of herself. The vision of desolation in a village attacked by unidentified armed men agitates Julikana’s somnolent mind.
In this dream, Julikana can see an injured civilian man fall on the ground, agonizing from his wounds. There is a girl trying to lift up the man to help him run along with her into the forest and escape the assailants. Weakened by the loss of massive amounts of blood, the man in the dream painfully attempts to stand up but does not succeed. With great difficulty breathing, he releases strange words to the girl:
“Dada, Tell her to find the source, tell her to go the source!”
Those were his final words. The man vanished immediately after.
Devastated and frightened, the girl in the dream doesn’t have time to mourn the death of her brother; she runs into the woods of what appears to be, in this particularly horrific vision, a region in Eastern Congo.
Inexplicably, Julikana sees herself right there, she sees the girl running towards her, shouting to her:
“Find the source! Go to the source! He says you should go to the source”.
And the girl disappears just like the man, her brother, did a moment before.
In an instant, Julikana completely comes out of this semi-sleep and awakes.
She sits at the edge of her bed and turns on the light of the Globe-Earth shaped lamp on her nightstand.
The memory of who she is erupts out of her mind like an angry volcano.
She knows the source. She knows the source very well.
She remembers coming from a place where the pulses of people’s hearts, the patterns of their thoughts aligned almost perfectly with the magnetic resonance at the very core of the source.
Julikana is determined to find the source.
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