The transition from the tight, warm air of the parlor to the crisp, biting cold of the Moon Spirit's realm was instantaneous. Here, a fresh breeze carried the deep, grounding scent of the forest floor, rustling through the canopy as the moon cast a brilliant, unwavering glow. Odesse remained in the clearing, still locked in a meditative stance. Suddenly, like a physical shockwave ripping through her mind, her eyes snapped open.
Her throat constricted. Her breath cut out completely. Clawing desperately at her neck, Odesse thrashed against the sand, her eyes wide and bulging as panic overtook her.
