[right][h2][color=#8493ca]Caught in a Snare[/color][/h2]
[@silver21][@DaftJive][@Stanifly][/right]

[color=808080][i]"If it helps,"[/i] says the moth, [i]"this is not heaven. But it is not hell, either."[/i] It comes up alongside him and rests a hand on his shoulder, and turns him to show him what Viné had been using fear to keep him from seeing.

The garden is still there, alive past Viné's wilt. Light is coming down on it from somewhere overhead, full and bright and warm as sunlight is warm. Color stands deep on every petal and every leaf where the light reaches. Hyssop is in full purple bloom along one side, borage has put up blue stars all the way to the back, and the rest of it goes on past what Damien can take in at a glance, every bed of it heavy with flower.

[i]"This is your garden, Damien,"[/i] says the moth. [i]"It is real, no matter what Viné says. And it's beautiful."[/i][/color]