Newborn sunlight pierced through the tender leaves of the World Tree seedling, casting mottled light and shadow on the grass. Jane squinted, experiencing the reality of warmth for the first time—not the simulated heat of data, but a tactile sensation carrying the crisp scent of grass and the moisture of a gentle breeze.
Her right eye no longer hurt, but her field of vision was indeed much dimmer. Reaching out to touch it, she found no longer a crystal, but an ordinary human eyelid.
"It's gone?"
Chapter 49