The light in this place was a dream- soft, golden, and persistent.
It threaded through the gently swirling mist and kissed the verdant shorelines with a tender gleam, casting shadows that danced slowly across the untouched sands.
"Master!"
Noah turned his head as Ruination called to him, her voice distant but clear, laced with excitement and awe. She stood near one of the three towering trees at the center of the Budding Shore, her arm gently extended toward its trunk.
He began to move toward her, each step sinking slightly into the soft, warm earth. The slight mist parted with grace as he approached the tree, its grandeur becoming more evident with every breath he took.
A single massive trunk of rich amber-brown wood spiraled upward, its bark covered in soft whorls that pulsed with a low, warm light.
