Ranglen shook his head, but she could tell he wondered.
A landscape of checkered squares and dots, symmetrically placed and highly organized, all different colors and flowing into the sky. Ranglen assumed them life-forms of some type.
The worlds became abstract, beyond known physics. Different suns, oddly formed skies, air that took on peculiar substance, ground that was malleable, gravity ambiguous, existence diverse. At times they couldn’t see, speak, or breathe. They emerged closer to the kiva in these more extreme places, as if the Airafane were being protective.
And a strange exaltation possessed them, a sense of privilege, of being touched like no one else. They had few secrets between them now, though they couldn’t always recall the old stories of themselves from the past—a resul
