Zora floats through the enchanted garden like a child in a toy store. His glowing boots barely touch the mossy floor as he flits from glowing flower to luminous fungus, muttering rapidly under his breath.
"Bioluminescence reacting to spiritual proximity… fascinating," he mumbles. A magical notebook and quill hover behind him, furiously scribbling notes as he darts from one specimen to the next.
The three witches trail behind him reverently. Unlike Zora's buzzing energy, they move slowly, lovingly brushing their fingers over curling petals and whispering blessings to the vines. They sniff flowers, caress tree trunks, and sigh like they've returned to the heart of the world.
Vuvi sits on the soft grass, back against a glowing tree. Penelo and Lula curl beside her, and Veena sits cross-legged, scribbling notes in her journal while sneaking glances at the temple's ornate ceiling.
