Jude felt it before he saw it, the subtle pull in the roots, the faint void in the air. He sat up carefully, untangling himself with reverence. Lucy stirred but didn't wake, only sighed and rolled deeper into the moss.
He stepped out into the clearing, the structure behind him sighing open to let him pass. The island was awake - vivid, breathing, a living tapestry of gold and green and violet. Trees shimmered in the light. Vines hung like whispers. The air was filled with the low hum of life, a constant murmur of something watching, waiting, pleased.
He found her near the base of the heart-tree.
Rose stood barefoot in the moss, arms wrapped around her body, her hair cascading down her back like a living flame. She didn't turn when he approached, but he knew she felt him.
"You're different," she said quietly.
"So are you."