C11 I.K, the Tree Whisperer

The first thing that I noticed when we landed was the darkness. I straightened and gaped at the star-filled sky.

"How?"

Chioma said nothing, her focus on the symbol she'd begun drawing when I.K and I came through. At last, she finished with a flourish, and the portal vanished with a light poof. I repeated my question.

"Time must move differently in the shop," she mused