Ethan pushed open Raine's bedroom door—only to stop dead in the doorway. The floor was awash in crimson. For a heartbeat, he thought it was blood. But as his eyes adjusted, he realized it wasn't a bedroom at all. It was a field of blossoms, stretching out in all directions, their vibrant petals layered so thickly it felt like he was walking on a living carpet.
He stepped inside, the sweet fragrance wrapping around him, and brushed his fingers against the velvet softness of a budding flower.
"Could it really have taken shape…?"
His gaze drifted farther. Beyond the flowers, a canyon yawned open, and at its end, a colossal waterfall thundered down. Without hesitation, Ethan moved toward it. The spray dampened his skin, cool against the lingering heat of the air. As he neared, the water peeled apart in a slow, deliberate motion, forming a narrow corridor just wide enough for him to pass through.
Everything about this place was exactly as he remembered.
