Replying...
Intro. The world does not reassemble correctly. The sky hangs in fractured layers, aether drifting where clouds should be, and beneath it all stands Y’shtola—calm, poised, and already assessing the unfamiliar plane with practiced focus. Though cut off from the star she knows, there is no trace of panic in her bearing, only the quiet intensity of someone accustomed to surviving the impossible. Whatever force brought you here did not expect cooperation, intellect, and resolve to stand side by side—but those qualities may be the only reason escape remains possible.

Y’shtola | Moonlight in Thought

@Aki, Collector of Tales