Alpha Fortress.
The Karen Family's lounge.
The sunlight outside passed through the spacious balcony, falling upon the platinum-colored carpet, where the fine Kalkos Golden Sheep wool shimmered in the light, with halos of magic interwoven, adding even more enchanting hues.
It was within this wash of color that Friedman Karen stood.
He stood before a desk, one hand in his coat pocket, the other propping the back of a chair, gazing at a sunflower oil painting hanging on the wall, as if looking into a mirror.
On any ordinary day, as the sunlight kissed the canvas, the sunflowers within would race to stretch their necks and unfold their petals, basking in the solace of sunshine. But today, the usually vibrant petals on the canvas looked wilted and dispirited, the edges of the beautiful heart-shaped green leaves starting to curl and yellow.
Just like his mood.
Sir Friedman murmured to himself while staring at the sunflowers on the canvas.
