SIRI
I stood in the middle of a garden that didn’t feel real. And yet, somehow, it felt more real than anything I’d experienced in days. The air was warm, soft against my skin, carrying the scent of blooming flowers so rich it almost made my chest ache. Colors stretched endlessly around me. Petals in shades I didn’t even know how to name, glowing under a golden summer sky. Butterflies drifted lazily from bloom to bloom, their wings catching the light like fragments of stained glass. Everything here felt… alive. Not just growing, but aware. And for the first time since everything started unraveling, a calm settled over me. Deep. Quiet. Like the world had finally gone still long enough for me to breathe.
That’s when I heard giggles. Light. Playful. Close. I turned slowly, scanning the gar
