The garden should not have existed.
Suspended in the void between stabilized timelines, it floated like a wound—bleeding starlight and fragmented songs of dead gods. Petals whispered forgotten prayers. Trees bloomed with divine corpses. Vines carried echoes of doctrines long unspoken. It was a place where memory decayed into fertility and paradox became soil.
Liora walked ahead, barefoot, her blindfold shimmering with residual fate. The Fourth Flame's voice was a whisper behind thought.
"This is the Entropic Garden—the grave of gods unworthy of myth. Born from forgotten faith, nourished by discarded divinity."
Behind her, Darius walked with Nyx and Kaela flanking him, their eyes scanning the impossible horizon. Celestia moved slower, cautious, heart heavy.
"It's alive," Nyx muttered. "Not just the garden… but the regret it's built from."
Kaela touched a blooming rose with her fingertips. It shivered—and screamed in a language only soulshapers could hear.
