It was calm and serene in this vast, golden forest.
Every tree is bathed in deep gold, not from the sunlight alone, but from the leaves that drip with pure, glowing honey extract. Its glow was a steady inner radiance. Blades and fronds lit as if divine essence charged them with an inexhaustible supply.
Deep, warm gold hue saturated the air.
Trunks rose tall and evenly spaced to form natural pillars. No shadow here feels accidental.
Cutting through this lush golden is a dirt road that was strewn with golden crystals, scattered and also embedded across the path like offerings. Unnatural bees puncture their stingers into them and insert honey that makes them grow bigger.
A big bee on its way to a nearby crystal was pinched by two fingers from the air.
It tried to struggle as it was brought before the golden werewolf's mouth.
But it was futile.
She put more strength into her fingers and crushed the bee, catching the honey with her tongue.
