"Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb?" (Job 3:11)
"Alright then, how many right stars," Altan says, stretching his arms as Sara begins muttering.
"If you love meee," Altan suddenly bursts into song, leaping into the air with explosive energy. He smashes through the roof of the room and into the open sky. Clouds—vast and dense—greet him, swirling like a sea of cotton.
They aren't in Ghent anymore.
Altan turns and flips mid-air, crouching as he lands. A moving room—the base pulses with energy, levitating it in mid-air, while the sides house machines that free it from the grip of gravity.
"Seven right stars arriving," Temur says, flying through the hole Altan made and standing alongside him, gazing out at nothing but clouds.
