The Arrival - The Nasarij Part 2

When she opened her eyes, anticipation gave way to wonder.

Solid ground supported her, unfamiliar yet peaceful sounds filled the air, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers and ripe fruit.

Before her stood a bowl full of fruit, bright and inviting. A slight shock ran through her when she spotted Pusha's cat, Flummy, beside her. She, too, had been caught in the mist.

But Flummy seemed calm and unharmed—and that was all that mattered. The place was bright and welcoming, richly decorated in the Venetian style, elegant and timeless.

It felt like an oasis of calm after a journey without direction, without up or down. Soon, she sensed, she would approach the woman at the desk with the glowing monitors—and find answers.