The beginning of light

10

“What is your favorite color?” Neirali and Sammrock lay side by side on the evergreen grass, admiring the sunset sky. The parade of the three satellites of the planet Lucis crossing each other's paths and forming a whole celestial spectacle above the horizon, which repeated every evening, pleased the loving couple with its indescribable beauty, not for the first time.
“I don't have a favorite color. I love all colors,” the young man answered thoughtfully, his tone emanating peace.
“How? Even swamp green?”
“Yes…” he hugged Neirali, looking at her with a smile. 
“And hot pink?” the girl asked doubtfully.
“Yes. Without it, we wouldn't have this sunset sky,” Sammrock confirmed in a relaxed tone.
“Oh… Wow. That's some answer. Yes. You are absolutely right,” Neirali admired the colors of the sky and noticed that, perhaps, the entire color spectrum was present there now. And, no matter how incredible it was, all the colors seemed to be an integral part of the picture, perfectly matching and complementing each other.
After enjoying the moment for a couple of minutes, Sammrock, surprising himself, decided to ask something.
“Neirali. I heard that the rules of teleportation control for those arriving on Lucis have been tightened, and now many people may not be allowed here at all.”
“Yes, of course,” the young woman confirmed, stroking his arm. “Are you worried about yourself?” A pair of greenish-brown eyes looked deeply into his eyes, glowing with tenderness.
“No. I remember you said that people with a good energy history will not be affected. And I arrive here exclusively in a state tuned to love,” his lips stretched into a wide smile.
“Right…” Neirali approvingly confirmed his theory.
“I am asking for my colleague. Captain Mekhen. I think I’ve told you about him.”
“Yes, when he was in a coma, I remember.” Neirali's eyes lit up a little differently, this time with a touch of professional interest. She felt that the conversation would relate to her vocation.
“He has a psychosomatic disorder, and perhaps one day he will need to use one of your centers. But he is a military man and not at all in a good state of mind. Does he have a chance of being admitted?”
“Of course he does, my love” Neirali once again turned her gaze toward the very slowly dissipating sunset. On the planet Lucis, it lasted about an hour. “Sensates are mainly guided not even by a person's energetic... frequency. They feel what that person’s intentions are. What their choice will be in the near future. Obviously, that choice may change. But, again, it can be felt at any of the intermediate checkpoints of alien control.”
Neirali shrugged lightly and sat up, casually running her hands through her soft, flowing hair. “Therefore, Sammrock, everything will depend entirely on the choice of the soul of your colleague. If it's for the better, he will always get where he needs to on our planet.”