IV | Thesea
Shekalane remained frozen for several moments, uncertain where they were, or even if they had completely stopped moving. Her stomach was no longer in her throat—and yet the air was still restless, ruffling their hair and clothing gently.
There was a familiar hiss followed by the sound of robust mechanisms as the door pushed out and slid open. She covered her eyes partially in the blinding whiteness, her vision slowly adjusting, as Milkweed fluttered out erratically, blinded as she. She could hear a vast and airy sound, as though an impossibly large giant were inhaling and exhaling, and the squawking of birds.
Their surroundings began to materialize as the blinding light withdrew into a dazzling, searing disk, impossible to look at directly. They were in a new world—not merel
