"This is… crazy."
Killian's voice came out as barely more than a whisper, his breath caught in his throat as he took in the breathtaking, yet chilling, scene before them.
Everything was gold.
And this was not meant metaphorically, rhetorically, or theoretically…
Everything was gold— literally.
It was not merely that things had turned golden; it was as if time itself had been halted and alchemized.
As if the very fabric of reality itself had been touched by the cursed hand of greed.
The towering trees loomed like cathedral pillars, their trunks coated in solid gold, branches stretching overhead like gilded arms trying to embrace the sky.
Each leaf shimmered like a delicate pendant, gently rustling in a breeze that no longer existed.
The light refracted from the canopy above bathed the entire area in a soft, divine glow, as if the sun itself had paused to mourn what had been lost.
