Their faces. Their bodies. Intertwined in gold and fire and passion.
The island had remembered.
And now, it was telling their story.
Emma reached out and touched the glowing image of herself, kissing Jude in the moss. The wall pulsed beneath her fingers. "It's alive."
"No," Zoey said, pulling Jude up into a sitting position. "It's us ."
They dressed in silence - not with clothes, but with light. The moss wrapped around their waists and shoulders, forming golden veils, whispering against skin. When they stepped from the chamber, the forest greeted them not with silence, but with music. Soft, sensual chords that rose from nowhere and everywhere, like the very trees were humming.
Outside, the sky had changed.
No longer blue.
Now it was a soft, living gold streaked with violet and pink, pulsing slowly with the same rhythm that beat inside their hearts.
Susan stepped close to Jude and took his hand. "Where do we go now?"