The sky overhead was a mirror.
Its reflective surface showed the sea instead of real sky.
Two suns were visible in that sky. They looked like eyes—
I quickly looked away.
"Come on We don't want to stand here all day," Saintess Cosette said.
She started walking. Saint Dexter moved in behind me, and Saint Maverick stayed at my side.
The trees looked normal.
There were coconut trees, mixed with other types.
What stood out wasn't what was there.
It was what wasn't.
There were no insects, no birds, and no small animals darting through the undergrowth.
The island was silent except for our footsteps and the faint sound of wind moving through leaves.
"..."
Far in the distance, the mountains loomed closer.
One side of each mountain was made of countless glasses fused together.
Through the glass, I could see moving images.
Scenes, like countless videos played at the same time. Different worlds, different places, different skies, all layered next to each other.
