#sand by nianh
sometimes, the world lifted itself in wingbeats from pin’s shadow: a dream within a dream. their effects ranged. one time, the matter of penjing’s residents all combusted into dragonflies. another time, an unseen palm, very heavy, seemed to suddenly press itself against pin’s forehead. she could not move until it dissipated. there were ones also like this. the air cool and quiet. she looked up.
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