The palace was as eerie as it was breathtaking. The foyer wasn't guarded by soldiers but by colossal statues of stags. It was carved entirely from white stone and—call it strange—but the creature looked alive when she stared into its eyes.
Violet swallowed nervously. This place practically hummed with power. Yet she was struck by the grandeur of divine beauty that seemed to echo through every wall.
The hall stretched endlessly, its high vaulted ceiling inlaid with starlit glass that mimicked the real night sky. The floor was made of smooth moonstone tiles that reflected the stars above, giving the illusion that one walked on air. Floating lights drifted lazily through the air like fireflies.
A fountain stood at the center, its water glowing with magic, rising and falling in gravity-defying shapes—wings, crowns, and celestial patterns. The air smelled faintly of sweet jasmine, while hauntingly beautiful melodies echoed through the corridor, though no singer could be seen.
