As soon as Lara entered the garden, mist rolled in front of her over the ground and wrapped her thighs as if embracing its lover. The door closed on its own with a loud groan. She shuddered and exhaled roughly.

The mist was thick, smelling of burnt wood and cedar and soft fragrance of flowers. She looked up at the sky and realized the haze of the morning sun. The mist was obscuring the mountains. It was so thick that the visibility was very poor. However, she could make out rows and rows of flowers as their thick scent hung in the air. When she glanced on her side, as...