Before them stretched a giant greenhouse, or at least what had once been one. Glass walls, fractured and smudged with centuries of dust, reflected faint rays of light from the broken ceiling. The air shimmered with a humid, fertile warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold, jagged stone outside. Vines of luminous blue and violet clung to the cracked framework, weaving through shattered panels like veins of forgotten life.
Serelyth hovered near the ceiling, wings folding, scales catching the fractured sunlight. "This… this is remarkable. I've seen dragon-guarded gardens, hidden sanctuaries… but nothing this vast and untouched. And still, it lives."
Renkai stepped cautiously inside, brushing a hand along the stone walkway. "Feels… alive. Like the ruins themselves are breathing in here."
