Six million years ago
A one-way passage to a dried-up sea
The Mediterranean has burned away to a white desert of salt and brine. Exiles from a gentle far future chose to cross the Rift into it, knowing they could never go back.
On the far side, crowns of strange make wake powers in them. Shapers move stone, Menders knit flesh, Seers see through rock, and Voices bend minds. Every power burns Will, and the crystal Glass Court and the singing Brine Choir already rule the basin.
