The Canyon Between The Gods

The evening light cast long shadows across the valley as we entered Between the Gods, a place that carried the weight of ages. On either side of us loomed colossal canyon walls, carved with the likenesses of two deities. The god of the sun, with his radiant, chiseled features, stood proud on one side, while the god of the moon, serene and haunting, gazed down from the other. Their sheer scale made me feel small—an unusual sensation—and their presence was oppressive, almost suffocating.

My tail flicked idly behind me as I took it all in. So, this is the place where gods once walked—or died. The laws here feel strange, too. Heavy, like the air itself is watching. My third eye pulsed faintly, scanning the area. The laws were different here, tethered to something ancient. I couldn't fly, not even if I wanted to, and the realization made my wings twitch in irritation.

"What is this place, human?" I asked, glancing at James.