Michael stepped into a realm unlike any he had ever conceived. The flower garden stretched beyond the limits of his vision, an impossible expanse that dwarfed even the grandest stadiums of his former world.
Exotic flora, in hues he lacked the vocabulary to describe, bloomed in riotous abundance, their intoxicating perfumes weaving a tapestry of scent that filled the air.
And then he saw her.
Seated amidst this floral paradise was a woman who redefined the very concept of beauty. Her gown, woven from what appeared to be liquid gold, shimmered in the ethereal light. Her skin possessed a flawless luminescence, her features so exquisitely sculpted they rendered Michael utterly speechless. As if sensing his presence, the Queen turned her head, and the sight of her golden eyes and hair, catching the sun's rays like spun sunlight, stole his breath.
Her lips, painted a delicate crimson, held a soft, inviting curve.
