When Spencer woke, the first thing he noticed was the quiet, peaceful hum of the space around him. The underground haven seemed unreal: a massive tree rose from the center, its branches strung with glowing fairy lights. Grass carpeted the floor, and a gentle stream wound through the area, reflecting the golden glow. Children ran barefoot, their laughter filling the air, free and unburdened.

Then he saw you. Seated at the base of the tree, you strummed a guitar and sang softly to a small group of children. They sat cross-legged, watching you with rapt attention. The scene was serene, at odds with everything Spencer knew about you.

He shifted, and you glanced his way. Setting the guitar aside, you stood and walked toward him with unhurried steps, your expression calm.

“You’re awake,” you said simply, gesturing to the space around you.

Spencer’s voice was low and edged with disbelief. “What is this place?”