,masahub !free!

He stood up and walked toward her. He held out his hand. In his palm lay a small, silver sphere. It pulsed with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat.

Elara gasped, jerking back into the present. She was floating in the void again, the wooden door dissolving into stardust before her eyes. The anomaly—the region of breathable air and impossible gravity—was shrinking, folding in on itself, retreating back into the dark spaces between the stars. ,masahub