Morning in this shattered world felt like an anomaly calm, warm, and peaceful. Soft light filtered through the thin mist that blanketed Sylvia's private garden within her new castle, causing the petals of the Nether Bloom flowers to emit a faint violet glow. The subtle scent of death mixed with a strange herbal fragrance from her creations, creating an atmosphere that was alien, yet soothing.
She sat quietly on an intricately carved stone bench, surrounded by black grass that gave off a soft glow like candlelight in the dead of night. On her lap rested an obsidian plate containing dry bread, wild mushroom soup, and slices of homemade bacon cured over the past week.
A simple breakfast, but satisfying. The savory aroma of the slowly roasted bacon reminded her of something long lost… human life, those dreaded early mornings she used to hate for work, yet now felt like treasures of nostalgia.
