When dawn came, she stepped back through the wooden door. It was rusted again. But her hand still glowed faintly, and in her pocket was a single glass petal that chimed when she laughed.
The door swung open.
A ripple of approval passed through the group. The floating suit extended a sleeve, and from it materialized a brush made of solidified moonlight. "Then you are ready. Now you must make the illuxxtrandy, not just meet it." illuxxtrandy meeting
Inside, the tram platform had become a garden of glass flowers that chimed when the wind—which shouldn't have existed underground—passed through them. At the center, a group of figures stood in a loose circle. They were not all human. One had a head like a broken clock, gears ticking where its mouth should be. Another was simply a tailored suit floating in midair, a cloud of fireflies for a face. When dawn came, she stepped back through the wooden door