Hundred and Thirty

Sandro's narrowed his eyes as he recognized what had transpired. The dimensions had shifted once again. Why did this always occur when he was on the point of reaching Arabella?

It seemed the moon goddess was playing games with him. While he had always acknowledged her fickleness and unpredictability, this was an excessive torment. He gazed up at the sky with a glare.

"Why are you doing this?" he bellowed, his voice reverberating across the desolate landscape. "Do you derive joy from thwarting my plans and reveling in my suffering? No, you undoubtedly do, so why am I even surprised!"

Yet, despite his rant, he waited for a retort, but silence prevailed. Only the rhythm of his breath and the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze reached his ears.

Sandro's fists clenched. He was tired of this ceaseless game, exhausted by how the moon goddess trifled with his existence.

"Answer me!" he growled.

Even though he recognized deep down that no response would be forthcoming and understood that