"You are here..."
An old man muttered, sitting on the bench of a beautiful gazebo made entirely of polished white marble. It stood gracefully in the middle of an open garden, surrounded by lush grass, tall trees swaying gently in the breeze, and flowers in full bloom that painted the scene with vibrant colors.
Above, light grey clouds drifted slowly across the sky, filtering the sunlight so that only a soft, diffused glow fell over the place, making the already serene atmosphere even more beautiful and calming to the senses.
On the marble table between them, there was a teacup placed in front of the old man, faint steam curling from its surface. Across from it sat another cup, untouched for now, patiently waiting for the person it was meant for.
"I gotta say, old man, the place you chose to meet is quite beautiful..."
