In Eden, most every day is the same.
That isn't to say that the realm lacks in originality or splendor. Rather, it's beauty is so painfully well-refined that one never gets sick of looking at it.
Every morning, the majesty of the space overwhelms and brings tears to one's eyes.
The cool morning air. The sweet-smelling dew covering the grass. The vast horizon- a perfect peach pink that brightens and brightens as the day becomes brighter.
Fluffy white clouds dot the sky infrequently. Like gentle little angels too afraid to obscure the beauty of the sky.
If Abaddon, Ayaana, and Zahara were creation's most beautiful beings, then Eden was undoubtedly creation's most beautiful realm.
It was the only place in the infinite cosmos Abaddon knew of that surpassed Tehom.
It's why he hadn't minded staying here for so long.
But now, it was time for them to go.
They just... seemed to be having difficulty taking that first step.
