20 Displaced

Zoe blinked, her eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar gloom as she stepped into the Shard. 

Everything was different here—eerily different. The air felt heavy, like it carried a thousand unsaid secrets, vibrating with a hum that buzzed against her skin. 

The sky was a deep, shifting mix of purples and blues, split with jagged streaks of lightning that cracked across the horizon.

She paused to take it in, her brow furrowing slightly. 

It was like she'd entered a world where gravity and logic had decided to take a vacation.

 Strange, almost ethereal stones hovered in midair, some small enough to be pebbles, while others were large enough to be entire islands. 

They floated effortlessly, drifting as if carried on some invisible current, gliding through the atmosphere without a care. 

The jagged rock formations cast long shadows over the barren land, which only made it feel even more like a fever dream.

And then there was the water.