Chapter 1635

The light beyond the arch enveloped them in a hush so complete it felt like the world was holding its breath.

Jude stepped forward first, the moss beneath his feet turning iridescent with each step, a carpet of living shimmer that welcomed them like returning gods.

Around him, the others emerged from the glow one by one, their bodies still radiant, eyes wide with quiet wonder. The sky overhead wasn't blue, nor golden - it was colorless and yet full of color, a soft, fluid dome that shifted with their movement. Clouds swirled like breath. The air tasted like a memory.

Ahead lay a valley not made by nature, but by choice. Carved not with tools, but intention. It stretched far and wide, ringed by crystalline trees that pulsed with warmth instead of cold. The river that snaked through it glittered with rose-gold light, its surface reflecting the forms of the ones who had passed through before. Not ghosts - echoes. Joy. Pleasure. Union.