Windows. Memories.
His soul started to spin.
After leaving the space of Kartara, Grandpa's soul drifted through an unending expanse like a fish looking for its school. Then as he passed through a corridor of recollections, he found and latched onto one of Asahi's core memories, anchoring his soul there and now.
(Weeks ago…)
Suspended in the wide expanse of the sky, beneath the thickest cloud sheets, rested a giant network of ancient structures. Enshrouded in white, puffy clouds, all the spires extended up to the heavens. Vines and phantom flowers dangled from fresh canopies of vegetation. Giant statues rested on the podium of stairs leading into another ancient city. Mist vibrated against the ground.
A veiled young woman with thick ashen hair peered over the walls. She breathed shallowly and tensed her shoulders as she watched uneasily. When a formless form rose from the earth and beckoned, the Princess's eyes flew toward it, her lips twisted with anxiety.
