The hall was vast, yet its grandeur did not rely on gold.
Emerald vines crept along the pillars and walls, weaving through the architecture as though the structure itself had grown from the earth.
Leaves of deep, living green curled around smooth stone, their surfaces catching the light in soft glimmers.
Above, a chandelier shaped as a blooming flower hung from the high ceiling.
Its delicate petals shimmered faintly, casting a gentle, living glow that filled the hall with quiet warmth rather than blinding brilliance.
Sunlight filtered through tall stained glass windows, spilling into the space in hues of green and gold.
The rays danced across the vines and polished floor, making the entire hall seem as though it breathed with life.
Like a luxury that exuded a kind of grandness unlike anything shaped by human hands.
Every detail felt deliberate, yet effortless—a beauty that seemed not crafted, but born from nature itself.
