Zephyra Point of View

"I see why you lost it. It was inevitable." I sighed and shook my head feeling a little sorry for my grrrgal.

I looked at him and then at the man standing a little far away from us, who won the bidding to a certain very precious piece of land.

Although I've seen auctions on TV, this is the first time I've been to one and watched it live. Although it was a very commercial auction that deals with lands, real estate, rock-paper-scissors whatnot, it was still a really good experience that inspired me a lot.

This auction system can be incorporated into my profession and if used aptly, it would be profitable and fun.

I'm so excited to do it!

"What do you mean? Do you think he is more talented, richer and more amazing than your husband?" Grrrgal seemed both angry and disappointed but it seems that it is not exclusively directed to me so I forgave him for his interesting assumptions.

"Grrrgal, come on, you are my husband so obviously I always stand by you whether you are bad, badder or the baddest." I patted his shoulder which is arm length higher than me and pushed a wine glass into him hand to calm him down.

People are like this; when something goes against their will, they get irritated for a while so it is better not to mind their negative emotions.

Huh! Grrrgal is so darn lucky to have a wife like me.

"Then –"

"What I meant was, that man who won the land deal... Mr. Marjiuana –"

"Mr. Marjoribanks, pronounced as 'Marchbanks'." He corrected.

But seriously, what is wrong with these people, when you don't want to use the alphabets, why add them in the first place.

Can't you just go with Marchbanks from the beginning? Look how simple and easy it is.

"Yes, same difference. So, the reason why Mr. March won this deal is because he has a very strong and domineering fate."

Grrrgal looked at me with disbelief and a stare saying not-this-again!

"What I'm saying is true, grrrgal. So, according to the theory of life, death and reincarnation, if people accumulate a good amount of merit in their previous lives, the merit would work in different kinds to them." I explained patiently and signalled him to look at Mr. March, who was a few meters away from us and talking to a bunch of businessman and businesswomen in a serious manner.

"Look at his stance, observe his body language, don't you feel that he is particularly more domineering and stronger just from his outward appearance?" Grrrgal observed keenly for a moment and nodded a little hesitantly.

"That is because the merit he has accumulated in his past lives gave him good health and a strong fate. What is a strong fate? It is different for different people. Mr. March's strong fate is that when it comes to business, if he wants something really desperately, his strong fate would get him that. However, it only works if it doesn't affect anyone negatively."

And the reason why Mr. March has accumulated such a huge amount of merit is that in his previous life, he died for his country and protected people by sacrificing his own body.

Also, he wants to use this piece of land he got to open resting homes for those who were disabled in the line of duty and has no where to go and for the families of martyred who couldn't afford a better life or better and higher education facilities.

This is the reason why his strong fate acted for him.

What a noble man!

"So, you cannot go against such a person? Even with your amulets?"

"No. People with good intentions and good fate are usually more resistible to any kind of amulets." I clarified patiently.

My grrrgal; he grew up so big but he is still so ignorant of many things.

What am I going to do?

"Ah right, in the name of our family, prepare a good amount of money and fund it to his project when the news is announced." Obviously, when someone is doing good, you have to support it and accumulate some good merit for ourselves too.

Just as Grrrgal looked like he was on the verge of processing my reincarnation-merit-energy-fate lecture - which, let's be honest, should earn me a doctorate in Patience & Metaphysics - Mr. Marchbanks made his way toward us.

No, it's Mr. Marjoribanks!

He had the expression of someone who always gets what he wants — not out of arrogance, but because the universe rearranges itself when he walks in.

Idris adjusted his collar and stood a bit taller, already switching into CEO mode. My grrrgal, smooth as ever. No one could tell he was dramatically sulking just ten minutes ago.

"Mr. Valen," Marjoribanks greeted with a firm handshake.

"Mr. Marjoribanks. Congratulations." Idris's tone was calm, respectful, and mildly inscrutable — the way it always is when he's deciding whether a person is a future rival or future ally.

Marjoribanks nodded and turned to me. "And this must be your wife."

"It must," I said with a polite smile. "Zephyra - Auction attendee, energy observer, and occasional translator of fate into modern language."

He gave a light chuckle; the kind people give when something catches their interest unexpectedly. "Your reputation precedes you both," he said.

Idris took the lead again, as expected. "We were particularly interested in the land you acquired. We had plans for a wellness innovation park... something immersive, multi-use, grounded in healing sciences."

"A centre for conscious living," I added lightly, swirling my glass with as much mystery as was socially acceptable.

Marjoribanks looked interested. "Sounds ahead of its time."

Idris nodded. "We've been investing in integrative health, sound therapy clinics, energy mapping tech... things that support inner recalibration in a hyperactive world. But of course, you've earned that land for something greater."

There. Good. He said it with grace. No bitterness. Just acknowledgment. That's why I love my grrrgal.

Marjoribanks studied him for a moment, then said, "And what does your wife focus on, Mr. Valen? Is it part of the same business?"

I smiled. "Let's say I focus on the edges of what people believe is possible."

He raised an eyebrow, but didn't interrupt.

"There are places," I continued softly, "that don't just sit on earth — they speak through it. Structures designed not to house people, but to reflect them. To mirror what they've buried and amplify what they've forgotten."

Idris gave me a sideways glance. The please don't do the pyramid-on-a-moonbeam explanation look. I ignored it.

"These sanctuaries," I went on, "aren't built for living. They're built for remembering. You walk in one way and come out... realigned. More you. Less noise."

Marjoribanks tilted his head. "Spiritual centers?"

"Sort of," I said, "but not in the usual incense-and-soft-music way. These spaces are elemental. Archetypal. Alive. Some are grounded in crystal geometry, some are timed to lunar windows, some adapt based on the person's intention when they step in. They're not homes. They're thresholds."

A beat of silence.

Then Marjoribanks smiled slowly. "Sounds... otherworldly."

"It's this world," I said, "just with the filters off."

He seemed to consider that. Good. That means the idea didn't slide past him — it stopped, sat down, and asked for tea.

Idris cleared his throat gently and brought us back to earth. "We're also developing tech-driven healing pods, biophilic retreats, solar kinetic structures — very grounded projects." Trying to bring back the topic to serious science business.

This is what makes me disappointed with grrrgal sometimes. He is too much!

Marjoribanks nodded politely. "I'd be interested in learning more."

"And when you're ready," I added softly, "if you ever feel the pull toward something... older than technology, more intuitive than design — well, some doors open when you're meant to find them."

Another beat. Not a long one, just long enough for the suggestion to lodge itself quietly in the corners of his mind.

Marjoribanks smiled again, this time more genuinely. "You both make quite a team."

"That's true," I said cheerfully. "He handles the contracts. I handle the frequencies." He looked pretty funny for a moment and amused heavily and then with a final nod, he excused himself and returned to his people. The moment he was out of earshot, Idris looked at me with the weariness of a man who has seen things.

"You soft-pitched a spiritual portal in the middle of a business discussion."

"Only to the ones who can hear it," I said. "Don't worry. He's listening. Even if he doesn't know why yet."

Idris sighed, but he didn't argue. He never does when I'm right in advance.

I watched Mr. Marjoribanks across the room, talking now, but slightly distracted — like a new thought had wandered into his brain and was rearranging the furniture.

That's all I need. A little curiosity.

Because the sanctuaries are coming.

And when they arrive, they won't need advertisements.

They'll call to the ones who are ready.

I was feeling very victorious and extremely powerful when my phone vibrated. The moment I picked it up, Oreo and Via yelled through the phone and said something that make me break into sweat for the first time in my life.

"Zephy, one of the houses – it activated on its own."

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