A soft breeze whispered through the air. It was warm—comforting, even—as it caressed Raelynn's skin like a gentle touch.
Her bare feet pressed into something smooth and cool. Not grass, not stone—something in between. The ground beneath her shimmered like polished glass, reflecting the golden light that poured down from an endless twilight sky.
She inhaled deeply.
The air smelled faintly of flowers, though she couldn't see any. There was a strange, almost dreamlike quality to this place, as if it were untouched by time. The horizon stretched far beyond what her eyes could reach, bathed in hues of violet, gold, and deep indigo, blending seamlessly into one another. It was breathtaking.
Yet, despite the beauty around her, a strange emptiness settled in her chest.
She was alone.
