Conditional Reality

Toybels Illtot was hungry and cold. He huddled against a mossy rock. A humming sound pervaded the air above him. He looked up but saw only a blurry sky. His throat tightened. He wanted air, but none would enter his lungs. Toybels’s vision went watery and pain shot through his eyes. The world grew darker. The humming sound got louder. Toybels watched the sky slip off its moorings and descend to his body and wrap him up. It was cold and spongy. Toybels pushed his hand against the sky until he tore through and felt warmth on the other side.

Labels: Prodigy