The first thing Sera felt was warmth.Not the stale, recycled heat of the ship.Not the cold static of metal walls.This was real warm soil under her back, air damp and green in her lungs. Something soft brushed her wrist: grass. Actual grass. It smelled like rain and memory.She blinked.Above her, the sky wasn’t sky at all. It shifted fractals of soft light woven through dense foliage that didn’t look grown so much as rendered. Every leaf shimmered with data veins, every branch hummed faintly like a sleeping circuit.Next to her, Syra stirred.A faint groan escaped her half pain, half disbelief.Sera turned her head.They lay tangled in a shallow hollow of moss and bioluminescent vines. No walls. No steel. Just this impossible garden wrapped in something Astra must have written before her final breath.Syra’s eyes cracked open, dazed but alive. A glint of violet still pulsed faintly beneath her skin.“You’re heavy,” she rasped.Sera snorted, breathless. “You’re welcome.”Syra shifte
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