S
ome believed this place a sanctuary, others called it a threshold. For those who remained, it was neither. It was after—a soft unraveling of what had been. But the truth is, most simply knew nothing different. The sky had long since claimed dominion, yet none could recall the moment it changed. The only certainty, upon our arrival, was that this was not home. We were outsiders here, from another place—or perhaps another time. And the future of that impossible world above the clouds shimmered softly, just out of reach.
