The garden stretched endlessly in every direction, a carefully crafted paradise of flowers that bloomed in impossible colors and trees that bore fruit from a dozen different worlds. Paths wound between them, leading to quiet clearings and peaceful overlooks where the fabric of reality thinned enough to glimpse the mortal realms below.
Adam walked beside his father, their footsteps silent on the soft grass. For a long while, neither spoke. There was too much to say, and no easy place to start.
Finally, Adam's father broke the silence.
"Tell me about your world," he said gently. "The one you've made. The people in it."
Adam considered the question. "It's not really my world. It's everyone's. I just... exist there. Like I exist everywhere." He paused. "But there are people. Good people. Complicated people."
"Like your brother."
