Walking up the hill they were greeted by a crimson sky and a tapestry of shredded clouds clad in gold and black. The setting sun painted them from below with a divine beauty.
Then they reached the crest, and below them the western archipelago opened up, red sunbeams playing along waves and islet after countless islet, making each a precious gem.
“Yes way,” Christina laughed.
“It looks like the land of gods.”
She turned and flashed him a smile taking twenty years off her. “It looks like home.” I'm happy here. I'm happy in this world. I'm happy that it gave me a transition and restart.