Skye worked with reverent impatience, fingers dancing across bolts and latches until the panel sighed open. Beyond it, the atlas sat wrapped in chains of light — not physical, but a lattice of shifting constellations that rearranged as they watched.
Skye worked with reverent impatience, fingers dancing across bolts and latches until the panel sighed open. Beyond it, the atlas sat wrapped in chains of light — not physical, but a lattice of shifting constellations that rearranged as they watched.