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Chapter 165 – The Garden That Remembers
(Jenna)The forest breathed with her. Each step Jenna took reshaped the land, the luminous glass beneath her feet softened into soil, warm and fragrant, as though the ground remembered how to be alive. The air hummed faintly, carrying echoes of laughter that had never been spoken.It wasn’t sound exactly. More like the memory of sound, threading through her body, reverberating between her ribs. The world was trying to learn her language, syllable by trembling syllable.She whispered to it.“Stay.” and it did.The soil settled, darkened, deepened. From the roots of the crystalline trees sprouted shoots of green, tender as eyelids. The faint hum around her grew richer, taking on the tonal warmth of a heartbeat.For the first time since the collapse, there was color. A sky of pale rose, a ground of shimmering moss.Light that smelled faintly of rain.It was beautiful, too beautiful. And terrifying, because she understood what it meant: this was not the Earth reborn, not the world as it h
Chapter 164 – First Dawn
(Jenna)Light.It began as a pressure, not a glow, the weight of something vast trying to enter her lungs. Jenna’s first breath felt heavy with ash and gold, as though she were inhaling the memory of stars. When she opened her eyes, the sky above was not the one she remembered.It was neither day nor night. The firmament rippled like silk brushed by wind, the colors shifting between pale fire and dawn’s earliest blush. The ground beneath her, if it could still be called ground, was glass-smooth and translucent, the texture of cooled light.She sat up slowly. Her reflection stared back from the mirrored surface: pale, exhausted, streaked with veins of faint luminescence beneath her skin. The shimmer pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.She pressed her hand against her chest and felt it again, that soft, steady thrum that did not belong to her alone.Denilson. It was still there, faint but sure, woven through her like an echo in her blood.A breeze stirred. It didn’t carry air so much a
Chapter 163 – The Breath Between Worlds (Part II – The Return of Form)
The fall did not end. It softened, Jenna’s body drifted like a feather through darkness that was not empty but full of murmuring. Beneath the silence, she could hear whispers like thoughts before they become words.Every whisper carried the same rhythm, the same syllable, denilson, denilson, denilsonWhen she opened her eyes again, the dark had turned to a dim grey twilight. She was lying on something that felt like the surface of still water. Above her hung a ceiling of mist, slow-moving, heavy with light that had forgotten its color.The air itself had weight. When she inhaled, she felt it pushing back, as if the void resented being turned into breath.She sat up. Every movement sent waves across the pale floor, spreading in concentric circles until they met the edges of nothing.He was nowhere, but the space remembered him.The ripples left faint trails of light as they moved outward, his pulse, she thought, some remnant of his presence that refused to fade completely.Jenna touche
Chapter 162 – The Breath Between Worlds
Silence. Not the kind born of peace, but the kind that followed a scream too vast to be heard.Jenna drifted through it, her body weightless, her breath a slow ripple across nothing. The white light that had devoured everything was gone, leaving a colorless expanse that pulsed faintly, like a dying heart refusing to stop.There was no sky, no ground. Only pulse.Every so often, a fragment passed her, a piece of something she remembered: the glint of Denilson’s watch, the curve of her old studio lamp, a shard of glass from the world they’d built together. Each one spun slowly through the air before dissolving into pale dust.Jenna reached for one, but her fingers passed through it, and yet, she felt warmth. A heartbeat. A trace of him. “Breathe, Jenna.”His voice, echoing, soft as it had been before the collapse.Her eyes burned. She turned slowly in the endless expanse, trying to find direction, trying to find him.“Denilson?”Her voice sounded wrong, echoing in a place with no walls
Chapter 161 – The Memory That Dreamed Itself Awake
The light burned through silence. Jenna’s eyes opened to motion, not violent, but slow, circular, as if she were floating inside a womb of light that refused to let her fall.Above her, the sky was not blue but aware. It shimmered with patterns that resembled thought, threads of gold weaving into shapes, unweaving, then forming again. Each time it shifted, she felt it echo inside her bones.She rose, or rather, the light lifted her, and the world unfolded around her like an eyelid opening, but this wasn’t the same fractured plain she’d stood on before.Everything was alive, Trees made of faint light breathed with the rhythm of the wind; rivers hummed faint songs that shimmered in the air, even the soil vibrated faintly, as though it were remembering footsteps that hadn’t yet been taken.Every element moved in quiet unison, and at the center of it all, Jenna felt Denilson’s pulse, steady, deep, and threaded through everything she touched.The air whispered to her in fragments, voices o
Chapter 160 – The Breath Beneath the Sky
The first sound was wind, but it wasn’t ordinary wind. It moved with memory, carrying voices that should have vanished, whispers stretched thin over miles of broken air. Jenna stood at the edge of the plain that once had been a city.The sky bent in slow spirals overhead, clouds gleaming faintly as though made of molten silver. Where towers once pierced the heavens, there were now pillars of light humming with faint music.Every step she took, the ground responded, soft ripples of warmth radiating outward, as if the world itself acknowledged her presence.She stopped walking when she saw her reflection shimmer in the ground. The reflection smiled before she did. It wasn’t her.“Denilson?” she whispered.The reflection tilted its head, features reforming into his, softly, not as flesh but as the suggestion of him: the line of his jaw in mist, his eyes two small constellations of gold.He did not speak at first, but the world around her shifted, listening to her heartbeat. Then the wind
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