The garden shimmered. Elena noticed, with a lurch of dread, that the edges of the trees were fading, like ink in rain.
Beneath it, a spiral staircase led down into warm, honey-scented air. At the bottom, a single wooden door stood ajar, its surface carved with swirling vines and fruit so lifelike she almost reached out to touch a carved pomegranate. a garden eden pdf
Elena stepped past the memory and into the garden. She plucked a single silver apple, bit into it, and tasted starlight. The garden shimmered
She pushed the door open.