A Moment for Mira
The mansion's upper floor lay out in elegant quietness—long, royal, and immersed in silent grace.
Leon walked up the sweeping staircase with slow, deliberate strides, his boots thudding softly against the polished wood. At the second floor, the corridor welcomed him with a golden, flickering warmth. Magic lamps glowed softly along the walls, their light casting delicate halos of light that danced around the intricately decorated space.
Rich red carpet, intricately woven and edged with gold, unrolled down the middle of the hallway like a royal path laid out. On either side stood tall porcelain vases at frequent intervals, each filled with fresh flowers—lilies, moon-petals, and star-like flowers plucked from the mansion gardens.
