The amber cabochon on the ring gleamed with quiet, self-contained warmth, and Noah sat within the hollow cavern of petrified coral while the dark waters of THE Tide pressed against the stone outside.
He turned his hand, watching the eight microscopic elemental orbits spin in perpetual alignment within the star-flecked band. The Common Dream Gu inside the core breathed in a calm, rhythmic cycle, its tiny reverie anchored against the crushing pressure of the exterior mandate.
A dry, scraping voice vibrated from the illusory ring beside it.
Hmm|
It was a small sound, entirely devoid of warmth.
