"I wouldn't be anywhere else," Elara replied, already beginning her long climb back into the clouds. "I literally can't."
"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
In a world bound by the , existence is defined by a genetic tether to the soil. People are born, live, and die within the strict borders of their regional biomes. Crossing a boundary isn't a crime; it’s a physical impossibility. Your molecules simply begin to unravel the moment you step onto "foreign" dirt. "I wouldn't be anywhere else