Beyond the heavy iron gates lay a vast, silent garden beneath an endless cosmic sky. The ground was covered in dark crystalline sand, surrounded by clusters of glowing silver shyflowers that swayed gently without wind.
In the center of the garden stood a ruined stone pavilion that looked identical to the ancestral courtyard of N'folu. The air smelled faintly of dry desert sage, old parchment, and cold cedar ash from centuries past.
"Look at this place," young Ulekai whispered in awe, his wide eyes reflecting the starlight as he gripped his wooden staff. "It feels like we just walked into an ancient southern oasis."
"Keep your guard up, Ulekai," Kiuga cautioned, unrolling his tactical chart to scan the energy currents. "This is the deepest memory level of the Archive. The emotional density here is higher than anywhere else."
