The Silver Awakening

ROWAN’S POV

(A MOMENT EARLIER)

I’m standing in a place that doesn’t exist.

There’s no ground under my feet — just something soft and silver that feels like moonlight given form, like the surface of a still lake that forgot it was supposed to ripple.

The sky above me isn’t a sky at all but an endless swirl of stars and ancient mist, stretching so far in every direction that the concept of distance