this is not home

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She did not want to be in this place, this was Antedis.  This was her planet, this living thing, this unexpected thing.  And yet, she had walked into the Sensorium blindly, like a child, and here it had grown.  It grew silvery trees with blood red leaves, crystal studded mountains reflecting the weak streams of pastel yellow sunlight that drifted down, diffused by the constant cloud cover.  There were no people, only wildness and tangles of golden ground cover in the form of shineshoots.

Kala trembled.

Recreating this was wrong.

It would rebel.

She blinked and started to back away.