Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

Mei began to recite the contents of the file from memory. Hugo didn’t
interject, listening as Mei rattled off facts about their new guest.
Wallace glanced back at the tea plants.
Their leaves fluttered in the warm breeze. They were strong, firmly rooted
in the soil. Hugo had seen to that.
“Wallace,” Hugo called from the doorway. “You coming?”
“Yeah,” Wallace said, turning away from the garden. “Let’s do this. Who’s
our new guest going to be?”
When he reached the door, Wallace took Hugo’s outstretched hand without
hesitation. The door closed behind them. A moment later, the light on the
back deck switched off, the tea garden bathed only in moonlight.
If they’d looked back one last time, they would’ve seen movement in the
forest. At the tree line, there, in the dark, a great stag lowered its head
toward the earth in veneration, flowers dangling from its antlers. Before
long, it moved back amongst the trees, petals trailing in its wake.