Three days later we held the celebration.
Suspended in the void, a massive floating landmass stretched outward like a piece of living art. Its edges were lined with enormous pillars that rose high into the darkness, each one carved from smooth, luminous stone, their surfaces etched faintly with patterns that shifted as if responding to the surrounding essence.
Beyond them, there was a single moon shining light without the sun and the endless void, deep and silent.
At the center of it all lay the garden. A garden in constant motion. Flowers bloomed and faded in cycles that felt almost rhythmic, their colors shifting from soft violet to deep gold and then into shades that had no name.
