"Wooooaaaahhh!!!"
I murmur, unable to contain the awe swelling in my chest.
We stand at the edge of the field, surrounded by a sea of glowing crimson. The flowers shimmer faintly in the eternal dusk, their red petals flickering like scattered embers. They seem almost alive, breathing in time with the wind, their soft glow casting faint, dancing shadows across the dark grass.
Above us, the sky is a dim shade of blood-red, veiled with thin, wispy clouds that stretch lazily across the horizon. The last light of a sun that never truly sets lingers there.
And before us, standing tall and silent, is the mansion, a gothic mini castle.
It takes my breath away.
No projection from the orb could ever have captured this. No illusion could render the sheer presence, the weight of its beauty.
