Chapter 20
Paul walked slowly down the steps that had formed for him. His eyes slid from one golden figure to another as they changed and shifted, fading in and out of sight as they moved. Sometimes they appeared solid while at other times they were so translucent, mist from a shower would have been thicker.
His eyes lit up with humor when he saw Arosa and Arilla. Arosa waved to him from where she was lying back on a golden chair while Arilla was scooping up bits of symbiot from a flowing river and tossing it into the air.
Paul’s breath caught as the bits of gold shifted into different shapes as they fell back toward the ground. Some of them shifted into the form of a bird. He watched as the bits flew up toward the ceiling of the cavern where they landed on small ledges. He turned his g
