Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 610

"Where…"

Florian blinked.

Once.

Twice.

"…am I?"

The question left his lips in a quiet breath, more confusion than fear.

The first thing he noticed was the air.

It was cool and clean, brushing gently against his skin. It carried the faint scent of flowers and damp earth, the kind of smell that came after rain, calming and familiar in a way he couldn't place.

This wasn't the manor.

It wasn't the white room he had just fallen asleep in.

When Florian finally lifted his head and really looked around, his breath caught.

He was standing in the middle of a forest.

No. Not just a forest.

It stretched endlessly in every direction, filled with towering trees whose trunks were thick and ancient, roots twisting deep into the earth.

Their branches reached high above him, weaving together like the arches of a grand cathedral. Light filtered through the leaves in soft beams, scattering across the ground in shifting patterns.

Beyond the trees, he caught glimpses of something more.

A garden.

Wild flowers bloomed freely, unrestrained and vibrant. Vines curled around pale stone, and colors blended together in a way that felt too perfect to be natural.

Florian swallowed.

'This is… beautiful.'

The thought barely had time to settle before realization followed.

'…I'm dreaming.'

The truth came easily. There was no panic, no rush of fear. The world didn't distort or fade the way ordinary dreams did. Everything was sharp. Solid.

He could feel the grass beneath his boots. The gentle chill in the air. Even the steady rhythm of his own breathing.

'Is this one of those dreams?' he wondered. 'One of the original Florian's memories?'

A lucid dream.

The kind where his mind didn't create something new, but replayed something that had already happened.

Something he was meant to witness.

His chest tightened slightly.

Because if that was the case, then this wasn't going to stay beautiful for long.

Carefully, Florian took a step forward.

Then another.

Nothing shifted. The ground didn't tremble. The sky didn't darken. The forest remained calm, almost welcoming, as if inviting him deeper.

He walked further in, his gaze drifting upward.

The trees were massive, far larger than anything he had seen in Concordia.

Their branches intertwined so densely overhead that they formed a living ceiling. Leaves rustled softly, and the light that slipped through felt warm against his skin.

The place was serene.

Peaceful.

And that alone made his nerves prickle.

'Dreams like this are never just peaceful,' he thought. 'Not for me.'

He frowned slightly as another thought crept in.

'This doesn't feel like Concordia.'

The sheer number of wild plants, the untamed flowers growing wherever they pleased, the lack of rigid paths or manicured grounds. It all felt different.

'Is this… Floramatria?'

The idea lingered. He had never been far outside Diamond Palace, not truly. Still, something about this place felt alive in a way Concordia never had.

'I should just keep going.'

If this was a memory, then standing still wouldn't give him answers.

Florian continued walking, letting himself at least take in the scenery. The towering trees swayed gently as he passed, almost as if they were aware of him.

The scent of flowers grew stronger, richer, wrapping around him like a quiet comfort.

He took a slow breath.

'Ah,' he thought wryly. 'Nothing like the calm before the storm.'

Then he saw it.

Movement.

High up in one of the trees.

'What is that?'

Florian stopped and squinted, tilting his head back. At first, he thought it was nothing more than leaves shifting in the breeze, or maybe a bird adjusting its footing.

But the movement was… strange.

It didn't flutter. It didn't glide.

It hopped.

And there were no wings.

Curiosity tugged at him, pulling him closer before he could talk himself out of it. He took a few careful steps forward, eyes fixed on the branch.

The closer he got, the clearer it became.

And then he froze.

"…Bunnies?"

Two small black rabbits were stuck on one of the thick branches. Their long, lopped ears drooped at their sides, twitching every now and then.

They were pressed close together, tiny bodies tense, wide eyes shining with fear.

Florian frowned.

'How did they even get up there?'

They looked so fragile. So out of place. Like they had no business being that high above the ground.

A strange thought crept in, uninvited.

But he felt sort of responsible, so he was doing this. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

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