Her laugh was like sunlight. Her head tilted as she talked, smiling, her arms cradled behind her head in open, unabashed comfort. Her legs folded and unfolded themselves as she sat, mid-air, three feet from our somewhat tenuous hold on dirt and rock.

“How is this possible?” I exclaimed, my arms gesturing wide to encompass the horizon of floating sky islands. The gesture ended, not too pointedly, at her lithe figure hovering before me.

“Lindenium.” She replied matter-of-fact. “It runs through every atom of our existence here, from the rocks that we stand on, to the color of our sky. With it we can breath underwater, fly  at will, or instantly transport our souls from one point on a map to another; if that is what our creator wishes.

“A society of fatalists?”

Her expression change slightly as she looked at me with smokey eyes that seemed to hide a dark reality behind the graceful curves of her young female form, then she shrugged.

“Aren’t we all?” She smiled once again. “In the end, I am my creator’s avatar.”

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