Chapter 1483

The forest no longer resisted them. Trees parted, vines lifted, fog rolled back in gentle waves to reveal paths that shimmered with soft bioluminescent moss.

The earth pulsed faintly beneath their feet, like the island was guiding them.

Every bird call was music. Every rustle in the underbrush was a harmony.

By the time they reached the camp, the treehouse glowed.

The structure, once built by hand and sweat, now pulsed with a subtle light, like it too had been awakened.

Flowers bloomed along the branches, and the wooden steps shimmered with thin veins of golden energy, pulsing softly beneath their feet as they climbed.

Inside, everything was where they left it - but charged, infused with something new. A warmth. A hum. The bed Jude had once shared with Lucy and Sophie now beckoned with soft light, the blankets catching golden motes of dust in the air like stars drifting on breath.