They fell into the mists and stopped.
"Now we need to wait for the strings to find the past..." Lilith whispered almost to herself. She pressed her palms together so that the little wooden head and hairpin were between her hands.
The mist coming from her hands intensified. Blue and yellow strings formed from all her fingers, and then an orange one appeared from the hairpin. They looked like tentacles trying to find something to touch.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish