The sky was flowing above her and around her, carrying her forward as if she were caught in a current of light.
The field beneath her wheels bent softly with the wind, but she felt untethered, adrift in a world where gravity had slowly loosened its grip.
She was certain now that the sky was alive; its colors weren’t static but moving, shifting, as though chasing endlessly something she couldn’t even see.
She leaned into the ride, her hair whipping behind her as the stars seemed to rush closer.
The boundary between earth and sky was thinning, and somewhere beyond the horizon, she imagined the place where the river of stars began.