The light gave way, depositing us into a place utterly divorced from what we remembered, or even thought possible.
Something felt missing. It wasn’t quite done.
Dust motes danced on what felt like warm glass underfoot, a barely, there vibration thrummed through my soles. The heavens weren’t blue, more a fractured canvas shedding slivers of gleaming light. Everything appeared sketched, unfinished, as though reality hadn’t quite decided to fully materialize.
A strange lightness battled a crushing weight within me. Wren walked with me, his hand clenched around mine as if it were a lifeline.
We paused, simply breathing.
“What is this place?” I whispered.
He looked around, scanning the strange horizon. “It’s what happens when two realities try to occupy the same space,” he said slowly. “T
