On the west side of the palace lay a beautiful, spacious garden. It was filled with flowers from all over the world, creating a mesmerizing display of color and life.
Dating back to the reign of the Third Emperor, the garden had been carefully preserved and meticulously maintained to prevent any damage.
Interestingly, the garden was open to everyone—so long as they refrained from touching or harming the flowers.
Even princes and princesses were not exempt from this rule.
The moon shone brightly in the clear night sky. Stars glittered around it, and a few small comets passed silently in the distance, adding to the serene beauty of the evening.
At the heart of the garden, a man in a brown robe sat quietly on a wooden chair, surrounded by blooming flowers, his eyes closed in peaceful silence.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a well-built frame and faint lines of muscle visible beneath his robe.
