Chapter 54
A world she’d left forever. Boulders took shape, causing her to swerve from her path. She began to hear things, too: the soft tread of her footfalls, the ghostly whisper of a gentle breeze, the faint babble of slow-moving water. Squinting, Keriya saw a river ahead, flowing at a glacial pace. This was by far the most prominent feature of the dark, dead landscape. Something about it beckoned her. The water, veiled by a thick blanket of fog, had color. It glinted a deep blue-black, illuminated with light from an unseen source. On shore, the colorless world had some vibrancy. The grass here was green, albeit a very grayish green. “Hello?” Keriya called across the water. The fog swallowed her word, absorbing the sound. After hours—or maybe seconds—of waiting, there came a gentle rippling n
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