The bridge only extended a few feet into the foggy canyon. It was a collection of wooden struts and posts that ended in open air. Or so it appeared.
She stepped out towards the edge, in her white dress and flower crown, carrying the chalice carefully. She reminded herself to have faith as she raised the cup to the void.
The hand that took it coalesced out of black cloud and shadow. The Stormcloud King seemed to stand on nothing at all. But as he drank, the rolling bank solidified into a strong bridge, and their two worlds were joined.

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