She whistled and pushed her hands together. Vines and tendrils of plants sprouted from the walls, responding to her call. She whistled again and the vines caught onto the glass dome—as she pulled her hands apart, the vines mimicked her actions and moved the glass aside. A torrent of fresh sea air flooded the space as a blanket of mist sank down over the lip of the ceiling window, making the room immediately feel damp.
-Alissa J. Zavalianos
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