Sananga -

He stood up, his balance surer, his focus laser-sharp—the same clarity that once guided hunters to see through the densest thicket. He had come looking for a cure for his sight, but as he looked at Tavo, he realized he had finally learned how to truly see.

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. Sananga

“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.” He stood up, his balance surer, his focus