Rose stood at the far edge, her eyes also locked on the archway. She didn't speak. She didn't move. But Jude felt her presence like a flame flickering just out of reach - hot, powerful, always watching.
He turned to Lucy. "Something's building."
She tilted her head. "Inside you?"
"No. Around us." He touched his chest. "It's like... pressure. Like a storm just beyond the hills."
Lucy looked back toward the forest, her brow furrowing. "Then we get ready for it."
Later that day, they gathered in the clearing where they had first touched the pool. The obsidian water still shimmered like a mirror to another world, calm and silent. Stella brought fresh fruit wrapped in wide leaves, while Natalie and Zoey gathered vines to weave a new canopy overhead. The island responded eagerly - roots bent to cradle their makeshift furniture, flowers bloomed instantly along their paths.
It was Emma who suggested it. "We need a place. Not just to rest. A real home."
