Jude stood in the garden, letting the warmth of the light seep into his very being. The moment felt endless, but he knew time was still moving, even if it no longer held the same meaning as before. He was different now, changed, but still himself. The figure before him remained silent, watching him with eyes that seemed to hold eternity itself. He felt no pressure from them, no urgency, only a quiet expectation that was neither forceful nor passive.
For the first time, Jude felt like he had finally arrived somewhere that had always been meant for him. It was an odd feeling, standing in a place that was at once familiar and entirely new. His fingers curled slightly as he took in the sensation of the air around him. It wasn't just air, it was something more, something alive, something woven with the very essence of everything.
The figure gestured slightly, not an order, not even a suggestion, but an invitation.
Jude stepped forward.
