VIII | Dream“Once ... it is done ... I wonder ... will we ever see each other again?”
He shook his head. “Not like this, Shekalane.”
And then everything had turned white, and the world had split in two.
Now she was elsewhere. And yet she recognized her surroundings immediately—nothing had changed save the season (it was spring). She was home, and in the beginning everything was as it should be: There was the sand and the sky (for Jaskir Minor was fortunate to have a section of sky, although great portions of it had collapsed) and the world was just as she had known it. There was the giant ferryman statue on its pedestal with its grim, masked visage and mysterious weapon; and there was the cyclopean architectural ruin with its cracked columns and creeping vines (and, atop that, the pedim
