The chamber didn't shudder in protest. Instead, the vines retreated fully, clearing a soft path back toward the root-cracked opening. A soft breeze wafted in from beyond, carrying the scent of the island's surface.
Rose moved first, walking toward the light without hesitation. The others followed, some nude, some wrapping silken leaves and woven vines around their hips and breasts like second skin. No shame. No embarrassment. They moved with reverence and power.
As Jude followed them, he felt it - not fear, not even excitement. It was purpose.
Back through the split tree, back through the glowing moss-lined tunnel, back through the outer cave, they emerged blinking into the light of a new day. The sun wasn't the same. It was warmer, more golden, and the air shimmered faintly as if dusted with invisible song.
Sophie stepped to the edge of the clearing. "They're not far. I can feel them."
Emma nodded. "Like echoes of us."