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For an hour, they sat in silence—two souls sharing a horizon they could never cross. They were the ultimate neighbors, forever divided by the very earth that gave them life.
"Sounds exhausting," Elara joked, though her eyes were sad. "I just want to know what the water feels like. Up there, it’s all ice and mist." For an hour, they sat in silence—two souls
"The chemistry is too different," Kael sighed, leaning as close as he dared. He could feel the cold "wrongness" of her region radiating off the rocks. "My father says back in the Old Days, people could walk until their feet gave out. They called it 'traveling.'" "I just want to know what the water feels like
They sat exactly six inches apart, separated by the shimmer in the air—the . "My father says back in the Old Days,
He had a "Border Friend," Elara. She was a High-Stepper from the peaks. Every Tuesday, they met at , the invisible line where the spongy moss of the Delta met the dry, obsidian shale of the Highlands.
"I brought a sky-lily," Elara said, her voice sounding thin in the pressurized mountain air. She slid the flower toward the line. As the petals touched the Delta air, they withered into gray ash instantly. "Still won't take, then."
"I wouldn't be anywhere else," Elara replied, already beginning her long climb back into the clouds. "I literally can't."