Cael opened his eyes and found himself in a garden.
It was beautiful beyond anything he had ever seen. Flowers of every color imaginable bloomed around him—crimson roses, golden lilies, violet orchids, and countless others he could not name. Their petals were soft and vibrant, glowing faintly under a warm, golden light that seemed to emanate from the sky itself.
Rare plants he had never encountered before stretched toward the heavens, their leaves shimmering with an ethereal, almost magical glow. Fruit hung from branches, ripe and inviting, their skins glistening with fresh moisture as if they had just been kissed by morning dew.
The air was sweet and intoxicating, carrying the delicate scent of blossoms and the crisp, clean smell of fresh water. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, creating a soft, soothing melody that seemed to calm his racing thoughts.
