Chapter 56: Admitting to Ciana

Light flashes through a dome--resembling a crystal flare from a sun.

A white horse, blended with gold mane strands of hair and black tail which is paired with red eyes run through the air, making a traces of lines as it gallops in every step it takes.

It is just not one, not two, not even three but more than ten of them.

Whinning as they go up, up, up high in the three dimensional hexagonal diamond shape place.

Brightened by the light that passes through its atmosphere, yet there is no trace of sun nor moon. 

And then, the white horse-- they slowly go down, down, down forming a wavy gallop.

Then a loud bell ringing coming from a nymph like being.

Walking through the aisle which is not the basic kind that people just walk into.

It is a open palm hand made with pure ebony vines with thunder flowing inside as an energy to the beings that flew, walk and live inside.