In the Central District of Greyvale City, nestled in the eastern part, lies a secluded estate that exudes power and wealth. Behind its grand façade unfolds a stunning garden.
Though it resides within the city's boundaries, hidden behind towering ivory walls, this estate feels worlds apart from the bustling capital.
Here, the air is sweetened by blooming spirit-lilies and rain-kissed stone. Curved paths of pale jade meander gently through meticulously shaped hedges, crossing narrow wooden bridges that arch over a tranquil pond where koi glide like drifting embers beneath the surface.
Sunlight filters through hanging leaves and delicate silk banners, casting golden hues across the pavilion at the heart of the garden.
Inside that pavilion sits a young man, no older than twenty. His robe appears simple at first glance, midnight blue silk adorned with subtle silver patterns, but any discerning eye would recognize it as dreamweave, a fabric reserved for only the wealthiest families.
