THE SEVENTH REALM: AMETHYST — One music

On the other side she found a silence greater than any she had ever known. She tried to compare it to something, but comparisons ceased.

She felt empty, yet lacked nothing. She didn’t know whether the space contained her or she contained it. She could feel every detail of her body, however small, yet could find no place where it ended.

She looked for Helio in her heart.

She didn’t find her there as she had before.

Her surprise lasted only a moment. Helio was still in her heart, but also in her gaze, in her movement, in the silence. Skyblue had first followed the eagle flying ahead of her, then learned to hear her within. Now even that distance was dissolving.

The voice that had accompanied her and the life that listened to it were part of the same music.

She felt an immense, unwavering peace. The realms began to appear before her: the dwarves’ mines, the laces in motion, the fire, the snow, the meadows. Each was still alive in her body, joined to the others.