Dawn light filtered through crystal windows that had been crafted by master artisans whose techniques belonged to a more prosperous era. Fenix awakened in sheets that felt like liquid silk, his body refreshed in ways that had nothing to do with mere physical rest. The room around him gleamed with careful maintenance, every surface reflecting the kind of attention to detail that unlimited resources could provide.
A soft knock at his door interrupted the peaceful morning quiet.
"Come in," he called, already recognizing the gentle rhythm that belonged to his mother's approach.
Lilith entered with the kind of ethereal grace that made even simple movements appear choreographed by divine artists. She wore a flowing day dress of pale blue silk that complemented her crystalline eyes and made her white hair seem to glow with inner radiance. Her smile carried warmth that could have melted winter itself.
