After a bit of rest and a quick session of meditation, John stepped out of his cabin into the wide corridor of the spirit ship.
The soft hum of spirit energy vibrated through the walls, giving the entire vessel a faint, otherworldly pulse.
He followed the smooth curve of the hallway until he reached one of the observation decks near the ship's starboard side.
As he stepped through the transparent spirit glass doors and out onto the open viewing platform, a gust of cool wind swept past him, tugging lightly at his robe.
And then he saw it.
"Above the clouds…" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
His eyes widened in amazement.
The ship was flying far above the earth, high enough that the thick clouds beneath them looked like endless waves of silver cotton, rolling and swirling slowly as the massive vessel glided overhead.
Sunlight pierced through in golden beams, casting a radiant glow across the deck and making the runes on the ship's exterior shimmer.
