The greenhouse was Selene's sanctuary, a place where the chaos of the outside world couldn't touch her. It was her haven, her laboratory, her escape. The air was thick with the earthy scent of soil and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. The soft hum of life—the rustle of leaves, the gentle creak of vines—was a constant reminder of the beauty and simplicity of nature. But lately, something had changed. The plants—her plants—were behaving strangely.
It started with the ivy.
She had noticed it one morning, its tendrils curling around the edge of her workbench in a way that was almost… deliberate. At first, she dismissed it as a trick of the light, a figment of her overactive imagination. But then it happened again. And again. The ivy seemed to reach for her, its leaves brushing against her skin as if trying to communicate.
Selene stood in the center of the greenhouse now, her arms crossed over her chest, staring at the vine that had wrapped itself around her wrist. It wasn't choking her—it was holding her, its grip firm but gentle. The leaves trembled, and she felt a surge of emotion—fear, urgency, and something else. A warning.
"What are you trying to tell me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustle of leaves.
The vine tightened slightly, and she felt a strange warmth spread through her arm. Images flashed in her mind—a city in ruins, the sky filled with dark clouds, and a figure standing at the center of it all. A woman with silver hair and eyes that glowed like the moon.
Selene gasped, pulling her arm free. The vine recoiled, its leaves drooping as if in apology. She stumbled back, her heart racing. "What the hell was that?"
She had always known plants were alive, but this… this was something else. They were sentient. Aware. And they were trying to tell her something.
Selene grabbed her notebook and began scribbling furiously, trying to capture the images she had seen. The woman. The city. The storm. It felt important, like a puzzle piece she needed to solve. But before she could make sense of it, the greenhouse door creaked open.
She turned, expecting to see her assistant, but the figure standing in the doorway was unfamiliar. A man in a dark suit, his face obscured by shadows.
"Dr. Selene Carter?" he asked, his voice cold and clinical.
Selene's heart skipped a beat. "Who are you?"
The man stepped inside, his movements slow and deliberate. "My name is Agent Cross. I'm with The Veil. We need to talk."