The Enchanted Retreat

In a realm where verdant whispers entwine with shadows, a pool of jade reflects the laughter of forgotten trees. The light, a silver halo, mocks the serenity it casts. Nature and artifice dance, reminding us that beauty, like truth, often wears a mask of irony.

In a realm where verdant whispers entwine with shadows, a pool of jade reflects the laughter of forgotten trees. The light, a silver halo, mocks the serenity it casts. Nature and artifice dance, reminding us that beauty, like truth, often wears a mask of irony.