Sophie stepped closer to the center of the room, where a basin of liquid light hovered above the moss. She extended her hand toward it, and the moment her fingers dipped into the glow, the entire chamber sighed. The walls shimmered, revealing translucent shapes moving beneath the surface - visions of themselves. Dancing. Kissing. Moaning. Spiraling together in endless combinations of intimacy and affection.
Emma stared in awe. "That's… us."
"It's all the ways we've been," Grace said softly, reaching for Stella's hand. "Every touch. Every kiss. Every time he held us like we were the only one."
"And none of them were the same," Natalie added, her voice trembling. "Not once."
Zoey stepped up to the basin, dragging her fingers through the light. Her breath caught as it responded - showing her straddled over Jude in the forest, her mouth open, her body arched, her hands gripping his chest as the sky flared above them.