She looked up, surprised to see the sky. I guess we’re no longer underground, she thought, her eyes skimming the silvery clouds for traces of the moon. There was something peaceful—and beautiful—about the sky here. The stars appeared closer; they shone brighter than any she’d ever seen. She wasn’t sure if it was the same blue sky that blanketed the world above or a different one stitched especially for Diyu. She suspected the latter.
The sky
