The perfect world reached the doorway.
It looked...
beautiful.
Sunlight poured across green hills untouched by war.
Children laughed in streets that had never known fear.
The forests stood ancient and whole.
The mountains had no scars.
No throne rested beneath Draven Ridge.
No abyss.
No guardians.
No forgotten souls.
Only peace.
The kind every heart secretly wished for.
Midnight felt the pull immediately.
Not magic.
Longing.
The world beyond the doorway whispered without words.
You could rest.
You could stop fighting.
You could have the life you deserved.
Her breath caught.
She saw herself walking through that world.
She owned a small bookstore on a quiet corner.
People knew her only as Midnight—the woman who recommended novels and remembered everyone's favorite coff
