The flow of people continued.
Women.
Men.
Children.
Daisy.
Vann.
Tiara.
One after another, they vanished into the Spatial Farm.
When the final slave stepped through, Sienna did not hesitate.
With a single thought, she brought herself, Wood, and Stone into the space.
***
The familiar world of the Spatial Farm unfolded around them.
Rich soil.
Neatly planted fields.
The gentle murmur of the spring.
And the soft glow of perpetual daylight.
For the slaves, the sight was so unbelievable that many stood frozen, mouths slightly open, as if afraid that even breathing too hard might shatter the illusion.
At that exact moment, Sienna felt a notification brush across her mind.
*The radishes had matured.*
But she had no time to deal with them.
She raised her voice. "This is my Spatial Farm," she said. "Do not wander around. Find a place to sit, and be careful where you step."
Her words rang clearly over the open land.
