The lake shimmered under a sun that seemed suspended in frozen time. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of towering palm trees and low, dense brush that framed the scene. The magenta leaves of nearby shrubs seemed to almost hum with vibrancy, their color standing in defiance to the natural greens and browns that surrounded them.
Sera adjusted the hem of her black top, crouching by the lake’s edge. Small ripples brushed against her sandy toes as she stared into the water. The image of the jungle was reflected upside down, creating a paradoxical view of two converging worlds. This place, despite its calming atmosphere, had secrets beneath its idyllic surface. Secrets she had only begun to uncover.
“Do you feel it?” a voice called from behind her. It was low and smooth, the kind of voice you could trust—or wish to trust. She didn’t turn because she knew it was Eli, sauntering forward with his easy confidence despite the dense roots and uneven earth beneath his feet. He was always dressed in dark colors, his shirt clinging tight to his frame as if it were tailored by the energy that followed him everywhere.
“Feel what?” Sera replied, her tone clipped yet laced with curiosity. She stood and turned halfway, tossing her tousled hair over one shoulder to throw a glance at him.
“The tension in the air, like a chord being pulled too tight.” Eli stopped a few feet away, his hazel eyes scanning her face before flickering toward the magenta plant beside her. He crouched slightly, brushing his fingers over one of the thick, waxy leaves. “This place is alive in ways you don’t want to know.”
Sera crossed her arms. “You always sound so cryptic. It’s not helping your case.”
“You don’t trust me.” It wasn’t a question. He stood up again, brushing a smudge of leaf sap off his fingers carelessly.
“Should I?” she countered, turning fully toward him. The breeze caught strands of her hair, whipping them lazily across her face. “You’ve dragged me out here to the middle of nowhere with vague warnings about ‘finding the truth.’ It’s not exactly confidence-inspiring.”
Eli smirked, but it was faint, almost begrudging. “The truth isn’t something you’re meant to trust. It’s something you’re meant to kneel before.”
“Stop doing that!” Sera snapped, her voice echoing across the clearing. She turned sharply, pacing toward the lake before spinning back around to face him again. “Stop talking in riddles. Stop grinning like you’re the smartest person in the room. I came here because I thought—”
“You thought there might be something? Between us, I mean.” Eli interrupted, stepping closer with deliberate care. His tone was gentler than before, though a mischievous edge lingered. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
Her throat tightened, but she held his gaze. “Why did you bring me here?” she asked instead, her voice soft now, almost pleading. Though her hands remained fisted at her sides, everything else about her stance seemed to yield.
Eli hesitated. A shadow crossed his features that no amount of sunlight could chase away. “If I told you the truth, it would swallow you whole, Sera. You’d drown in it.”
There was something about his words, more than the usual mysterious veneer, that struck a chord in her chest. She stepped toward him, but only one step. Close enough to see how his jaw tensed, how his shoulders held some invisible weight.
“Try me,” she whispered.
Before he could answer, a chilling cry echoed through the jungle. It was sharp, unnatural, and sent birds flapping out of the nearby canopy in a panicked storm. Sera spun reflexively toward the sound, her heart leaping into her throat.
“We’re out of time.” Eli’s voice was firm but calm, a strange contrast to the panic rising in her chest. “You need to trust me now.”
“Trust isn’t earned from nothing—” she started, but the words died in her mouth as she turned back. He was already in motion, brushing past her toward the dark line of trees in the distance. Against her every instinct, she followed him, her bare feet light on the forest floor.
The magenta shrubs swayed violently as the wind picked up, their surreal beauty now unsettling as shadows stretched long across their surface. Eli didn’t speak as they weaved through the trees, but there was a heaviness in the air that grew thicker, more oppressive with every step. The vibrant colors of the jungle seemed to dim, as if the sunlight itself was retreating.
When they reached a clearing, Sera stopped dead in her tracks. In the center of the space, surrounded by a circle of those same magenta plants, was something she couldn’t quite process. A structure—or was it a living thing?—rose from the earth, its surface a kaleidoscope of dark hues that bent and shifted like smoke. It pulsed, breathing with a life of its own.
“What is this?” she managed to ask, her voice cracking under the weight of it all.
“The truth,” Eli said simply, stepping toward it. “It’s a gate.”
“A gate to what?” Sera took a step in the opposite direction, heart pounding. The air felt thick, almost syrupy, making every move a fight against gravity.
Eli turned to look at her, and for the first time since she’d met him, his expression was void of its usual arrogance. There was something old and solemn in his eyes, something she recognized as fear. “Not to what,” he said quietly. “To who.”
And then the structure began to open.
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