Other minds joined hers in the layer above the brightness, but Skiria didn’t mix with them. Her focus was for the mind of the world and its song Finally. I can finally speak to you, daughter. Surprise gripped Skiria. You can speak? Laughter rippled between them. I can. Do not worry; the others can’t hear this. I wasn’t even thinking about this. How is it that I am not driven mad? I am whispering. Skiria’s mind dissolved into giggles. She felt the rings surrounding her mind being held still with only the pinhole open to the touch of the planet. How are you doing that? I can melt the surface and you ask how I am holding your mind? Really, Skiria. What may I do for you? You are not meant to be here. You need to be somewhere else for what is coming. I wanted to prepare you. Prepare me?
