The Land
Cyrus woke to the sound of music. A flute. He didn't remember his neighbors ever playing the flute and it was clear that this was an experienced player. And why was the sun so bright? He could see the glow through his eyelids. Did he forget to close his blackout curtains before going to bed? No, he'd never have gotten to sleep with them open, not with that damn streetlight. Slowly, he opened his eyes fully and saw... a blue sky? What the hell happened to his roof? He blinked a few times. That...
Fantasy