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June 29, 2010 – Day 7 Since Arrival
John stirred from sleep before the sky lightened. The forest was soaked in cold blue darkness, the sort that made everything feel deeper, quieter, more ancient. He lay still on his back beneath the shelter he’d pieced together from fallen branches and...
Chapter 5 – "Minor Gravity"
June 28, 2010 | Day 6 since arrival
The forest blurred beneath him, trees shrinking into green veins traced by sunlight. John's body lifted smoothly from the valley, carried not by thrust or force but a delicate balance of will and understanding. He wasn't flying so...
Chapter 4 – "Echoes of Movement"
June 27, 2010 | Day 5 since arrival
The sun was just beginning to rise over the treetops when John stirred. The morning mist clung to the forest floor in faint tendrils, curling around the roots and stones like breath over cold glass. The shelter he'd built was...
Chapter 3 – "Hope in Theory"
Morning arrived quietly.
John Cross woke to the sound of water trickling over smooth stones, birds calling through mist-wrapped branches, and the sharp scent of damp pine lingering in the air. He didn't need to stretch—his muscles were loose, ready, coiled with...
The sky cracked open in silence.
John Cross didn't fall—he descended. Wrapped in a shimmering field of blue light, he passed through the stratosphere with a surreal weightlessness, like a breath gliding through water. The cold air didn't bite, the velocity didn't pull. The ring adjusted...
John Cross woke up in space.
There was no ground beneath him. No air in his lungs. No sound in his ears. Just the impossible stillness of the void, the icy silence pressing around him from every angle. Stars hung motionless against a velvet-black sky, infinite and uncaring.
And yet… he wasn't...
The archive didn't like people.
That much was clear the moment Elliot stepped inside. The structure stood apart from the rest of the Azure Sky Sect, nestled near the northern ridge like a forgotten shrine to silence. Round-topped, formed of black wood and spirit-bound stone, it exuded...
It started with the smell of scorched plum wine.
Elliot followed the sharp, cloying scent around the back of the alchemy pavilions, weaving through a corridor of cracked bricks and shattered bottles until he found the source: a squat building half-swallowed by ivy, its roof sagging like it had...
The herb gardens of Azure Sky Sect stretched across the eastern slope like a patchwork quilt of green and gold, terraced beds carved into the hillside, bordered by moss-covered stones and whispering reeds. Every morning, sunlight crept over the cliff peaks and spilled across the terraces first...
The porridge tasted just as bad as it looked.
Elliot forced it down, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the stone bed. His ribs still ached with every breath, but the pain had dulled. Something inside him now pulsed faintly—warm, steady. It wasn't hunger. It wasn't adrenaline.
It was...
The scent was wrong.
Elliot woke to the pungent stench of wet earth, blood, and something burning—sulfur, maybe. Not the sterile dust of the high school library. Not the faint plastic reek of faded educational posters, or the dry, papery air of century-old texts.
He blinked. The sky above...