We stop before the entrance. When I gaze through, there are tiny translucent glimmers drifting this way and that. “This is a portal.” Frank nods proudly. “The arboretum exists outside this realm. A design by my late wife and her colleague. He was a Research and Agriculture witch. He helped Kye create the arboretum. She wanted to create a place where the dead can continue to grow and live well after they’re gone.” He looks over at me. “Are you ready to head inside?”