CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO † REALITYWHEN THE LIGHT receded, I found myself standing in the middle of a dense forest. Eyeball burning from the earlier sudden flash, I turned in a tight
circle, taking in my surroundings. The trunks of trees so large several people would have to be holding hands just to circle it stretched up toward the endless sky. A fluorescent type of aquamarine
moss clung to the roots thicker around than the tunnel slides I used to play in as a kid. If I crawled underneath one that arched off the packed earth, there would still be room for another person
to sit with me.
Sweetness clung to the air. And when I searched for its source, a thatch of wild flowers of every vibrant color greeted my hungry gaze. In the distance, magnificent orange mushrooms the size of
umbrellas cong
