>>5890678Over the next several minutes, you acclimatize to the phenomenon… or begin to, at least. No sooner have you done so, though, than it is replaced by a new, novel sensation. With a sudden ‘pop’ that seems to set your ears to ringing and then to silence, the sound of rushing air just… Stops. You blink in confusion, patting your ears and opening your mouth to ask the goddess what is going on, but you can hear neither the tapping of your fingers nor the words upon your lips. You fear for a moment you’ve gone deaf and dumb, but your rational mind supplies a more likely explanation before panic can seize your sense: you are simply in a space-between-spaces, a void, not unlike that which you briefly occupied in during the event which transformed you. There, the aether was dense, capable of conducting sound and providing a sense of buoyancy in lieu of air—forming a medium almost like water, in some ways. Here, there is simply… less of it. When you squint, you can still see motes of magic beyond the luminescence of your conveyance, but they are few and far apart. And up ‘above you’…
Wow.
You cannot help but stare in wide wonder at the site. A single great disk hovers above you—no, not a disk, but rather a sort of oblong object of soil, jutting stone, and pooling water, ringed by a wreathe of clouds and sprinkled with the green and gold of life. It is shaped almost like a tower, or a spinning top perhaps: central, ice-capped mountains at the centre, low oceans around the edge where the great continents break up into petty islands, and with the outer oceans emptying out into the surrounding darkness and dissipating into rising, billowing mist, only to gather inward in swirling storms and to rain down anew. Below it is the stone realm of earth below, dripping with congealing molten stone and crystallizing anew in a dark, inhospitable mirror of the world above... A realm where nothing lives, save perhaps deep within the Earth's bowels, hidden from light of sun and moon.
‘Earth,’ you try to speak the word, even in the silence, and reach out a hand towards the world you know. Second by second, minute by minute, it grows smaller, simpler, further and further from your grasp.
You look 'down', then, and see your destination: Luna, the Holy Moon.
