Time Pockets: Penny
The moment we stepped into the center path, the world stopped being made of stone. It was like walking through a series of soap bubbles, each one a different temperature, a different scent, a different life. My lavender light didn’t just glow anymore; it stretched out in front of us like a tether, vibrating whenever we approached a “pocket” where the air felt too thick, too sweet, or too inviting. “Don’t stop,” Soren’s voice was a rough rasp against my ear, his hand a heavy, grounding weight on my shoulder. “Whatever you see, Penny, it’s just the mountain dreaming.” But the mountain knew exactly how to hurt us. We hit the first ripple about ten minutes in. The tunnel walls dissolved into a sun-drenched meadow. I smelled crushed grass and wild clover. Caelis, who had been moving with
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