This place was called the Mists of Creation, but there were no mists. Veiya stood amidst abject whiteness. Her eyes had no place to rest. Even the path behind her was closed. The only sight was of her own body. She sat, waiting. Something stung her head, like a small …

The air changed, from stale and musty, that had been passed through thousands of bodies, as Veiya stepped. It was bright and fresh. There was the taste of green in her mouth and the pressure of the water in the air on her lips. There was no sun in her …