Alec Touati

The air crackled with unseen energy as Alec, guided by the Shaman’s cryptic words, swallowed the bitter Ayahuasca. Visions swirled – ancient stone walls, shadows dancing in candlelight. He found himself inexplicably drawn to a crumbling castle, its silhouette stark against the Moroccan night. Inside, he encountered Hanna, her eyes haunted, a ghost in her…