Softness greeted me when consciousness finally returned.
Soft sheets.
A bed made of clouds.
A silence so complete it felt sacred.
Not the Herion pack.
Not the suffocating weight of a locked door.
I shot upright, heart pounding. This room… was a fantasy stolen from a dream. Walls in deep midnight hues, silver embroidery glinting like constellations. Furniture carved from dark wood that shimmered as though stardust was trapped beneath the surface. Everything glowed with gentle starlight.
I turned my head, drawn to the nearest window. My breath left me in a quiet gasp. The night sky outside wasn’t any night I had ever known. Stars tumbled across the heavens in rivers of light. Forests stretched into the distance, leaves dancing in a wind I couldn’t hear.
It was beautiful.
So beau
