"When I turned 14, I got a gift. Something I haven't told both my mom and dad," I wrote on the sand when a voice from far behind called, "Lyrean, we have to go home now, honey!"
"Yes, Mom!" I screamed as the river tides slowly melted her words away.
I could see the world between the living and the dead. I could see dead people, spirits, and djinn, each entity having a different-colored aura from the others.
Humans had it grey, spirits had white, and one with evil intent had black. However, my parents have red around him, bloody red, and every full moon it turns darker, deep red, almost mixed with black.