The system had told Sunshine that her destination was planet Elitope. It had warned her about the weather conditions. But not even that warning could prepare her for the actual situation on ground. The winds on Planet Elitope didn't just blow; they screamed like they were auditioning for a heavy metal band inside an industrial sized air conditioner that relied on frozen ice.
This wasn't the 'tolerable breeze' the system had described. This was a physical assault. The bridge itself was a nightmare. It stretched across the heavens, so high she couldn't even see the ground. Below was only mist, a bottomless abyss that swallowed sound. Why anyone would choose to use such a bridge was a puzzle to her. Death was surely guaranteed if one fell below.
