POV: Maya - Six Months Later

I stood at the gateway at dawn, watching the world wake up in two different ways. On the Earth side, the sun rose over Washington DC, painting the sky in familiar oranges and pinks. On the old world side, the sky swirled with colors that still didn't have names, beautiful and impossible.

The gateway has become my favorite place. Not because of what it was, but because of what it represented. Connection. Choice. The proof that even impossible things could become real ...