The world went white. When his vision cleared, Elias was no longer in his cabin. He stood at the edge of a forest he didn't recognize — the trees were silver, their leaves dripping light like liquid mercury. Above, three moons hung in a triangle, and the ground beneath his bare feet was warm, pulsing, alive.
"Then why am I here?" Elias whispered.
And behind it, the sky was beginning to crack. mysteries visitor part 2.
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On the oak table, where the figure had laid its slender, luminous hand, a single object now sat: a shard of glass no larger than a matchbox. It wasn't there when Elias had finally fallen asleep, clutching the iron poker like a prayer. Yet there it was — humming. The world went white