With renewed focus and clarity, Sol adjusted the heavy sack on his shoulder. He felt filled with immense confidence… a stark contrast to the terrified boy who had sprinted away from a neon snake just a few days ago, as he had finally found the method to use this strange power.
He walked out of the massive jungle, stepping from the oppressive twilight gloom of the canopy back into the blinding light of the plains.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn, this jungle really is a nightmare."
The transition was jarring. Behind him lay the suffocating, bioluminescent dark of the Titan Trees. Ahead, the sun shone brightly over the golden "Whisper-Grass," baking the earth.
