The screen hung in front of Jin's eyes for one long second.
Then the sun moved.
It didn't drift the way a sun drifts across a sky. It turned. It was a great burning circle of gold hanging over the tree, and it turned toward them the way a face turns toward a sound in the dark, slow and heavy and sleepy, and Jin felt the light of it settle on him like a hand pressing down on the top of his head.
"Jin," Echo said quietly. "The air's humming."
Jin heard it too. It was a low, thin, rising sound, like a kettle just before it starts to scream. It was coming from everywhere at once. The heat on his face grew sharper.
"Something's coming," Kyung-min said. His eyes were wide open, fixed on the sky. "Something's coming, I can see it, it's..."
The sun flared.
