“How… how are you alive?” he asked as we settled into the cramped tent. We stayed in the shadows and snuck in through the back of our tent, making it back without the guards seeing us. I said nothing as I lay back down on my small cot. “I saw… we all saw the sky open. Your light dances across the sky. You’re supposed to be dead.” Dead. That’s what they kept saying, and by all accounts, they were right.
