In the heart of the castle's lobby, morning light cascaded softly through tall crystal-paned windows. The sunlight didn't glare—it shimmered, like gentle gold dust floating in the air, filling every corner of the wide chamber.
The walls were painted in delicate layers of pastel pink and soft blue, blending gracefully like morning skies at dawn. Subtle, intricate patterns of elven vines ran along the borders, their silver threads glimmering faintly where sunlight kissed them.
Near the center of the room, a small circular table of white polished wood sat elegantly on a velvet rug. Around it, soft cushioned chairs—upholstered in pale sky blue and trimmed with lace—invited quiet conversation or rest. The chairs were shaped delicately, designed not just for sitting but for sinking into, like they could ease both body and soul.
