"This place is… just beautiful…" Yuan muttered under his breath, his eyes drawn to the breathtaking sight before him.
The Elven Palace stood in the heart of a vast flower garden, its elegance perfectly framed by nature's brilliance. Thousands of vibrant blossoms swayed gently in the breeze, their petals painting the air with vivid colors.
Butterflies—large and small—fluttered gracefully among the blooms, sipping the sweet nectar the flowers released. The soft hum of the wind stirred the leaves, creating a delicate rustling that blended seamlessly with the gentle fragrance surrounding them.
It was a perfect harmony of nature and craftsmanship, where every stone of the palace seemed to grow out of the earth itself.
The tall spires, covered in vines and crowned with crystal-like tips, shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Around the palace, many graceful elves tended to the flower beds, their every movement flowing like water.
