Desa fell.
Plummeting at breakneck speed through endless darkness, she tried to scream and received only silence for her trouble. There was no air here. No light, no sound. Nothing to mark her passage through this horrid place. After some time – maybe minutes, maybe years; she could not say which – it occurred to her that she had no way to gauge her velocity. She might very well have been stationary: floating alone in the eternal Void. In a place like this, what was the difference between sitting still and flying at speeds that could outpace a bullet? And yet, despite all that, she knew that she was falling.
knewShe could not say how long it lasted. Maybe forever. Time had no meaning here. But eventually, she came to a stop. She knew it just as surely as she had known that she was fallin
