Kindel reached the peak of confusion. In such a state his acute mind forgot how to formulate words, much less register others’.
Zax saw his struggle to maintain sanity in what was for him a catastrophic ordeal.
TING!
The ring sounded out of nowhere and swept in its decline the blackness, the colossus and the quivering yellow sun. In their place appeared a green field beneath blue sky and two people. One in black jeans and tucked buttoned, light blue shirt with squared designs and folded sleeves and the other barefooted, dapped in a black and gold shirt and pants.
‘Huermand?’ With a morsel of clarity Kindel repeated.
‘Yes’. Zax nodded.
‘…Learn what? The change in scenery also brought with it a sensory change.
Previously, Kindel’s psyche was too overwhelmed by Zax’s sea of consciousne
