The moment we stepped into the sacred grove, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The air was thick with the scent of moss and ancient trees, and a soft luminescence bathed the clearing in a warm, golden light. It felt as though time itself had paused, creating a sanctuary that pulsed with magic and history. And oddly I feel at peace, like for the first time I belong.
Towering trees surrounded us, their trunks wide and gnarled, as if they had witnessed centuries of events unfold. Vines draped from their branches, adorned with delicate flowers that glimmered like stars. The grove seemed to hum with energy, resonating with the very essence of nature.
“This place is incredible,” I whispered, taking in the beauty that surrounded us. “It feels alive.”
Dimitri nodded, his expression a mixtur
