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Chapter 33: Breaking Free
The skies were black as always being ornamented by silvery stars. It looked like a reflection of the sands.
It was several nights now that she walked on this caged paradise and yet she knew nothing of getting out there. She hoped that maybe the stars could tell her the way out. If only the Deities could hear her, she had no idea just as she was not sure if they exist at all.
The cold breeze played her hair and it made the back of her nape stood. The sands were white and like all sand, the tiny glitters made it more like crystalline. She could see the horizon where the sea met the skies. This place had no moon. If there's one, it would be more like those things she dreamt of seeing in movies.
She felt more alive now. It was so ridiculous to say such a thing, especially that she was stuck there. Her way out was still unknown and Red was unwilling to tell her any secrets. She had to figure out her way out or she's stuck with her. <
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