Silver light burned into their eyes as they stared at the tear between worlds. 
With no room for denying herself, she gripped Sky’s hand as they became perpendicular with the ocean. 
“What’s your name? Your real name?” she shouted as they fell down, down, down toward that shimmering silver light. 
Blue skies beyond it.
Sky squeezed her fingers. “It’s —“ 
She didn’t hear his reply. 
There was a rush of colour, of moons and stars and fields of a thousand bones, and then —
Then —
Nausea, lifetimes of choices playing across her mind, forgotten memories of darkness and dirt and death rising to the surface as the world was torn apart and put back together again, and then — 
Then —
And then the ship stopped falling. 
The storm vanished, furious grey clouds replaced by stunning sapphire sky.