The "island" before them looked no different from the other "islands."
Its ever-shifting, dazzling colors and illusory form made it appear towering and majestic, yet upon closer inspection, it seemed infinitesimally small, creating a powerful sense of spatial disorientation.
Vaughn knew this was because, like the aether, space lost its meaning within the interstice.
Nearly all the "islands" here were like this.
He did not know how Sara Amira distinguished them. It probably had something to do with the special magic spoken of in the legends of the Dream Messengers.
Uagadou's magic was already unique, let alone magic that was even more exceptional within that unique magical system.
No matter how hard Vaughn strained his eyes, he could not see what movements Sara Amira's hands, concealed beneath her robe, had made.
Then, the "island" slowly opened before them.
A crystalline path extended from within the island, stretching all the way to their feet.
The path was clear and glittering, with symbols like musical notes dancing across it.
As a qualified guide, Sara Amira explained, "This is Amira's—oh, the dream's owner. The little witch I discovered is named Amira. She likes music and dreams of becoming a singer—by Muggle terms, I think that's called a star?"
As she spoke, she pulled Vaughn onto the transparent path, where the musical notes leaped beneath their feet.
Vaughn could even hear ethereal music drifting around his ears, sometimes near, sometimes far.
Sara Amira heard it too. Her voice became cheerful, yet wistful. "Little Amira secretly practiced singing again today. Her parents have always opposed her learning it, believing she is indulging in wild fantasies and behaving shamelessly."
"Shamelessly?"
"Yes. Her Muggle ethnicity and faith do not allow someone of her gender to show her face in public."
Ah!
Vaughn understood.
To be honest, he