The white room held only the silent, sleeping children, their gentle breathing the only sound, as if the world itself paused to honor the moment.

Dawn opened her eyes, alone, trembling slightly but certain: the ritual had begun.

Elowyn drifted through whiteness as though she were weightless.

The place felt unreal-too beautiful, too bright, too soft.

White flowers carpeted the ground like clouds, glowing faintly beneath her bare feet.

The air tasted sweet, warm, almost like morning sunlight ...