Haven

Morgan led them through a winding corridor, the walls shimmering as though made of liquid starlight. Soft, glowing vines curled around intricately carved archways, pulsing with an inner energy. The floor beneath their feet was cool and smooth, resembling polished marble but with faint patterns that shifted like rippling water.

As they approached a set of towering doors, Morgan waved a hand, and the doors eased open soundlessly. "This will be your sanctuary while you're here," she said, stepping aside to let them in.