chirp chirp~
Syn's eyes fluttered open, his vision a hazy blur that slowly sharpened into a familiar expanse of artificial sky—golden light filtering through a canopy of emerald leaves, the air sweet with flowers and ripe fruit.
The Scenery Biome.
The scent was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of the Manufacturing Biome where he'd last been conscious.
His head rested on something soft, a familiar softness that sent a jolt through him.
He tilted his gaze upward, his breath catching as he met Ila's teal eyes, her black hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, framing a face of breathtaking beauty, and a smile that was both tender and unnerving.
His head was cradled in her lap, her fingers gently playing with his hair, weaving small braids with a care that felt like a memory from a different life.
