The Courtyard of Blooming Light
Above the Lionheart Palace, the sun stayed fixed, surrounded by loose clusters of white cloud drifting slow through a hushed blue air. Warmth poured quietly into the wide courtyard below, touching stone and tile with a glow that felt almost still.
Out there, the yard hummed - not loud, but full, bright yet calm. Sunlight poured down, turning smooth stone walkways into mirrors that shimmered like water under clear skies. Between gardens packed tight with blooms, each path cut clean arcs across the ground. A soft wind moved through, nudging petals one after another - crimson roses touched white lilies gently, purple irises dipped near tall yellow sunflowers without rush. All around, the quiet smell of jasmine curled through the air, slipping past like something almost said.
