Shinta floated inside a shimmering, translucent sphere that pulsed with soft, multicolored hues, casting faint prismatic reflections against the sky. The bubble, crafted by one of the fairies accompanying her, propelled them forward at an astonishing speed. From the outside, it looked like a streak of rainbow light cutting across the heavens.
For hours, they traversed the skies until the terrain transformed once more—towering mountains covered in ancient, unspoiled forests, their peaks wreathed in wisps of silver mist.
Finally, they descended toward a hidden valley nestled between the peaks. Here, a vast expanse of trees stood tall, their canopies woven together like an emerald tapestry. Tiny lights flickered among the branches—fairies, watching their arrival curiously.
As they landed, the bubble dissipated into glittering motes of light, and Shinta took in her surroundings.
