Jimmy Chilla’s boots sank into emerald tufts, the Amethyst Hollow’s lavender mist curling around his calves. Crystal falls roared below, their spray carrying lotus scents that clung to his raven hair. Elise knelt beside a velvet bloom, her chestnut tresses catching the iridescent gleam as she traced its marked arc with a slender finger, her botanist’s gaze narrowing. Nora...