[His mind latches onto the kind touch, and it does as suggested before Berkut can think twice. The darkness around them wobbles, then pours down around them like a heavy storm to reveal a silver garden. Radiating a gentle warmth, the light from the beautiful garden overtakes the scene—and both Maribelle and Berkut find themselves returned to Chroma.
no subject
Berkut can only gasp.]
How . . . ?