It was unimaginable, like a blessed dream full of vibrancy and joy. She could not take it all in, merely followed it in awe as it flowed endlessly above her, such an open expanse of sky. Blue he had called it. She watched the light clouds swim across the heavens, curling spools of pure white born anew after releasing their burdens upon the earth.
Everything seemed so energetic, and as she stood beneath the suns searing caress she hoped she would always be able to see the sky, her life had been grey for so long.
"Clarissa," his voice was grim, exposing the disquiet and foreboding hidden by his unreadable features. "the Guides are coming".
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