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 .
“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.” Sananga
Slowly, the fire receded, leaving behind a cool, minty sensation. When Kael finally opened his eyes, the jungle didn't just look different; it looked alive . The greens were impossibly deep, the sunlight filtering through the canopy seemed to vibrate, and the "fog" that had clouded his mind for years had vanished. The liquid in the small glass vial looked