Like she usually did, Sunshine absorbed the current that came from the storm. It was too much_ way too much_ but her body had always been a stubborn vessel. Her eyes turned a blinding, milky white, and her hair defied gravity, crackling with enough static to power a small city. Blue-white current skittered across her skin like hungry snakes.
Then, she began to weave.
She reached into the raw chaos of the storm and pulled out threads of pure energy. Usually, these felt like silk; today, they felt like pulling rusted rebar through wet concrete.
"Come on, you glowing little bastards," Sunshine hissed through gritted teeth. "Cooperate!" In the back of her mind, she wondered why nobody in the universe had ever considered building a device that did this job. It would have saved her a lot of effort.
Had she known about the rifts, she would have started working on this from the very moment she discovered that she had been reborn.
