The Butler of Suncrest [Part-2]
"It is," he whispered, his voice low, with that singular softness that conveyed more than words might. "Still… my own gardens may envy this one. But this—" He kept his gaze on the pond before them, where the water rippled with a life of its own, shining in soft curves that reflected the lanterns above, "—this place has a soul."
They crossed the thin wooden bridge that curved gracefully over the pond. Every plank creaked beneath their feet, sending a small shiver of noise into the quiet. Below them, koi fish swam like liquid gold, turning and winding through lazy loops, their movement a quiet dance just under water. Lantern light played on the water, casting lengthened shadows that blended with the gentle rustle of leaves above, creating a chorus of light, living sound.
