The Draconian Woman. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen – The Girl Who Remembered Tomorrow The train moved without wheels. Without vibration. Without sound. There was no sensation of speed. Yet outside the windows... entire galaxies unfolded like rivers of light. Nebulae blossomed in impossible shades of sapphire and gold. Stars were born. Stars died. Constellations rearranged themselves as though someone invisible were quietly rewriting the sky. Emma pressed her forehead against the glass. "I've officially run out of words." Serakha smiled. "I've noticed." "I've also run out of questions." "I doubt that." Emma sighed dramatically. "Fine." She raised one finger. "First question..." "How is this train moving?" "I don't know." "Second..." "Where are we?" "I don't know." "Third..." "Are we technically still employed?" Serakha blinked. Emma shrugged. "I just realized we both...