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Fantasy Short Story
Passage
Part Three
Looking outward into the bejeweled atmosphere, he noted the softly pulsing, pinkish-purple light that filled the sky. There was no visible source of this light, no sun or moon or any other celestial body that caused the sky to glow, but it glimmered, luminous and ethereal, all the same. As he stood contemplating, he recalled the imagery he’d seen in the vision just before he stepped into the portal; a vision of this place, despite the fact that he’d never seen it before.
Or had he? The glimmering light reflected in his liquescent cerulean gaze as he scanned the landscape, drinking in the scene that was both foreign and familiar when a whisper, just above the point of perception, hinted that he was not alone.
A feminine voice drifted on the soft breeze.
Stepping into the shimmering darkness of the landscape, he cast about him in search of the speaker. Strangely, her voice seemed to echo from the distance more loudly than from the nearby. The sound was soft and subtle; still, it drew him like an intoxication he could not deny. It serrated through him, as chilling as ice drawn across exposed skin, while at the same time it gave him a sense of calm he’d never felt before.
Was the voice familiar? Had he heard it before?
