They stood at the edge of a paradise. The sky above was a soft, eternal twilight, a canopy of deep indigo streaked with shimmering, nebulous clouds that glowed with their own inner light, like liquid amethyst and pearl. There was no sun, yet the entire world was bathed in a gentle, ethereal radiance. Before them stretched a landscape of impossible beauty. Rolling hills were covered in grass that felt like velvet underfoot and shimmered with a soft silver bioluminescence. Groves of trees with bark like polished moonstone and leaves of shimmering jade rustled softly. Massive, exotic flowers in colors that defied description—deep blues that pulsed with light, vibrant pinks that seemed to sing—dotted the landscape, their fragrances a complex perfume of honey, citrus, and night-blooming jasmine.
