**LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV**
Elowen, to whom we owe an endless debt of gratitude, leads us to a quaint cottage tucked away among towering trees. The structure looks as if it emerged naturally from the forest floor, with its walls harmonizing perfectly with the lush greenery surrounding it.
As we approach, I can’t help but notice the beautiful carvings on the wooden door—spirals and leaves that appear to shift and twirl in the dappled sunlight that seeps through the canopy overhead. Elowen presses her palm against the intricate designs, and the door swings open without a sound.
“Please, make yourselves at home,” she invites us with a gesture inside. “I know this must be a lot to take in.”
Inside, the cottage is warm and inviting, filled with soft textiles and glowing crystals that bathe the room in a gentle light. Eden is immediately drawn to a shelf brimming with intriguing objects—feathers, stones, and small vials filled with sparkling liquids.