Light faded.
The Celestial Plane welcomed them with its quiet eternity.
Aurora felt stone beneath her feet again. Smooth marble, cool and solid. She swayed, the weight of exhaustion pressing through her bones, but Adam's presence anchored her. They stood on the balcony overlooking endless temples, gardens, and pale skies streaked with purple dawn.
Wind tugged at her hair. She sucked in a trembling breath, tasting the clean, scentless air of the Plane. The sun hadn't risen yet, but the world felt awake—humming faintly with divine resonance that mortals would never hear.
She turned to Adam.
He didn't look at her. His eyes were distant, fixed beyond the clouds, beyond the Plane itself. The faint gold strands in his black hair drifted with the breeze, catching dying starlight like threads of living dawn. His face was still calm, empty, but she saw the shadow behind his gaze. The tired sadness he carried so quietly.
