Adyr directed his consciousness toward his Sanctuary and, in the next moment, found himself standing on the small island once again—bathed not in sunlight, but in the soft, pale glow of an eternal dawn.
The grass beneath his feet was lush and cool, stretching across the gentle curve of the island. All around him, an endless sea of energy extended beyond the horizon. It was perfectly still, glass-like in its clarity, yet it shimmered faintly as it reflected the soft amber tones of the dawn sky. The light bent across its surface, giving the illusion of a vast, silent world suspended in time.
At the far edge of the island stood the lone tree. Its green leaves remained still in the windless air, quietly basking in the faint glow of dawn. The soft light gathered between its branches, as if the tree was slowly drawing it in—feeding on the silence itself. And unlike before, it no longer felt entirely alone.
