Visions– truths and absolutions, an awe-inspired lack of illusion– waved and swam, swirling and effervescent. Ink drops and stardust shifted above Her, outlines of shimmering holographic rainbows sparkled and swept across an arc overhead. The air streamed gently, licking and caressing a frigid, stiff face.
Where was She? A languid blink revealed nothing, only a flicker in the mist. The absence, however brief, wrou...