Three Days in the Sky.
Amidst the sweltering heat of summer, waves rose and fell along the river's surface, the surging billows reflecting a blinding light.
In the center of the island, a clearing had been made for the wounded to rest; they lay there, encircled by fabrics. Beyond them, the glaring sunshine was everywhere, while the shadows of trees fell on the ground as sharp as knives, with clear and distinct boundaries.
The cicadas hidden in the crevices of branches cried out desperately, shaking their tympanums until they blurred into afterimages.
Apart from this island, there was no land for a hundred miles around, leaving one wondering how they had come here.
Thump, thump.
"Ashui, are you there? Have you woken up?"
"I'm here."
Liang Qu waved his hand, and the white fog inside the room dispersed completely, condensing into a pool of clear water that he collected into the Whirlpool Aperture.
