EPILOGUE
The forest bloomed for them. It wasn't metaphor or imagination — the land truly awakened at dawn, petals opening all at once like the earth itself had been waiting centuries to witness this day. Sunlight streamed through the canopy in warm gold ribbons, catching on every leaf, every drop of dew, every blade of grass bowing under the weight of morning light. It felt alive in a way neither of them had ever seen. Maybe because today, for the first time in hundreds of years, Silas woke as a mortal man. And today, he was marrying the woman he had loved through every lifetime. The wedding was held deep in the glade where the curse had first been broken. The air smelled of blooming magnolia and warm cedar, carried gently on a breeze that rustled the branches overhead. Wildflowers covered the
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