Sera slowly stepped out of the portal with an almost disbelieving expression on her face. Her breaths were slow, her body slightly trembling—not in fear, but from the overwhelming sensations she felt inside the portal.
Her mind and body were wrapped in a lingering serenity, as if the sanctum's warmth still caressed her. And that image... that single golden, shimmering feather... it refused to leave her thoughts.
It was etched into her memory—deep, haunting, beautiful—as if it had always been there, waiting to be remembered.
It didn't feel like a vision or a dream... it felt real, like a truth more vivid than anything she'd lived through.
Aether sat on the bed, casually petting Snowflake, who had finally stopped sulking after being in the Sanctum. Her cheeks were puffed in cute defiance, but she had succumbed to her master's soothing, heavenly touch.
