I stored the letter.
Then blinked.
Out of habit, really. I have no need to blink often, after all.
It takes a fraction of a second, barely noticeable. The world is replaced by the warm golden light coming from the inside of my eyelids, akin to looking at a source of light and closing the eyes. Instead of red, there is gold. Dull, dark, and comfortable.
Upon opening my eyes, however, the light remained as if to disobey the very law the world works under, the world around me still a warm gold, but mixed with sharp silver.
But the world around me was not the obelisk.
Shorvanna was gone.
The horizon-reaching forest around me had vanished.
Clouds, snow, fog, and cold were now gold and silver, both ceiling and ground.
Stretching far and wide.
Endlessly.
My eyebrows creased in concern.
"Where am I?" my thoughts echoed forth with the crisp sound of voice, cleanly slicing a silence I hadn't noticed.
