Wolfsbane: His darkness, Her Light
Everest
The sunlight was soft, golden, and endless. It stretched out in every direction, filling a horizonless expanse that felt neither warm nor cold, neither real nor unreal. I stood in the middle of a field, barefoot, the soft hum of power thrumming beneath my feet. My hands felt empty, weightless, but when I looked down, they were glowing faintly, the same soft gold as the field around me. Behind me, the moon shone like a silver beacon, meeting the sunlight with a soft caress. I smiled, as my fingertips grazed the tops of the long stalks of grass. I felt safe here, at ease. I breathed deeply, smelling the sweet air, a delicate scent mixed in on the breeze. My eyes popped open in surprise