The Banished Garden of the End...
Far beyond the reach of mortals, where even light was swallowed whole, a piece of reality alive stubbornly to existence.
An impossibly green garden, lush and fragrant, stretched like a defiant dream against the abyss, its flowers blooming as if they had never heard of death. At its edge, a palace of white marble stood tall, polished so perfectly that it might as well have been carved from the discarded bones of forgotten gods.
It sat there—silent, untouched, unbothered—as if the universe had tried to erase it but failed spectacularly.
Why was such a place sitting at the end of existence, exiled like an unfaithful lover?
No one could answer.
Or maybe, no one dared.
"Eirene, stop running around..."
The voice that rang out was smooth, sharp, and thoroughly unimpressed, like a woman watching someone try to eat soup with a fork.
