...Curiosity guided their feet. The soft laughter of the women floated through the trees like songbirds in spring, drawing Enel and Allison forward. Each step they took felt like a descent deeper into a dream—one from which they knew they would never want to wake.
They walked past towering trees that glowed faintly with hues of emerald and gold, their branches bending as if to let them pass, the leaves whispering secrets in an ancient tongue. The river danced beside them, its waters twinkling like molten diamond, and soon, through the parting woods, they saw them.
Two women—no, creations—played at the river's edge, their laughter brighter than sunlight, purer than a song sung by angels. Another stood farther down, perched on the roots of a tree, gently nibbling on a fruit as she watched the world without worry.
