Inanna is suddenly aware of another mental presence...this must be what a Trump contact feels like from the receiving end!  She is suddenly face to face with an unfamiliar man...<br/><br/>He is tall, dark haired, dark-skinned, barechested with dark and loose leggings...standing in a study or a library somewhere overlooking some curious rock formations.  The bloody light of a sunset throws the scene into crimson flame.  He has a fantastic tattoo of a serpent's head coming over his left shoulder and down onto his well-muscled chest.<br/><br/>"So.  You are real after all," he says in a low, gravelly voice.  Inanna can understand him easily enough, but his accent is strange.  "I had wondered."