3 Meimi
Sweet mother of science, that did not just happen.
An exile void.
My parents were drift scientists. Growing up, Mom taught me all about exile voids. And what happened just now? That certainly looked like one.
Red nanoparticles? Check.
Transport between distant worlds? Check again.
Evil guy saying creepy stuff like, enjoy your exile? Not required, but big ass check.
Blinking hard, I scan my surroundings. Sure enough, I’ve returned to Earth. Specifically, I stand inside a metal container backstage at the so-called Liberation Celebration. Which isn’t a bad thing, considering how it’s the same spot where I left Earth for Umbra. And this particular celebration is why I wear a frilly pink dress in the first place.
I’ve come full circle.
So far, so good.
Stepping around in a slo
