In the fallout of their getaway from the void, Sarah and Azazel ended up in a spot dissimilar to any they had at any point seen. The air was thick with enchantment, and the ground was shrouded in sparkling, radiant petals that appeared to gleam with a supernatural light. They had shown up in the core of the Heavenly Nursery.
As they took in their environmental factors, the nursery appeared to extend on endlessly this way and that, with trees that bore products of each and every variety and size, and blossoms that sang with the voices of sprites. A delicate breeze conveyed the fragrance of colorful blossoms, and an orchestra of nature's songs consumed the space.
Azazel took a gander at Sarah, his eyes loaded up with amazement and appreciation. " We made it," he said, his voice scarcely over a murmur.
Sarah gestured, her heart loaded up with help and amazement. " It's delightful," she answered, her eyes shining with the ethereal magnificence of the nursery.
