Vines had woven a living arch behind them, sealing the path. The ground glittered faintly beneath their feet, tiny blossoms blooming with each step. In the distance, the ocean roared louder - not with anger, but like applause.
Susan came up beside him, kissed his shoulder, and said, "We need to mark this place."
He nodded. "We'll build something."
Rose smirked, brushing hair from her face. "Or grow something. We don't build anymore. We plant. "
They walked back toward the camp slowly, letting their fingers trail through the air, touching leaves, tracing bark, whispering to vines that responded by curling gently toward them. The jungle knew them now. It didn't resist. It welcomed.
By the time they reached their treehouse compound, even that looked changed.