Elion walked calmly with her hands clasped behind her back, as if strolling through a particularly elegant garden and not traversing one of the most dangerous regions of existence. Her steps were light, rhythmic, almost carefree, and the black fabric of her dress moved gracefully with each advance. The garment clung to her body with bold sophistication, revealing confidence more than skin, while subtle lines of shimmer traced the hem of the skirt like tiny stars attached to the fabric. The contrast between the dark dress and her long red hair made her an impossible presence to ignore, even in a place where natural laws had ceased to function ages ago.
She was between worlds.
