The plane touched down just as dusk fell.
The setting sun stained the clouds a fiery orange-red, creating a dreamlike beauty that felt straight out of a mythological realm.
As the plane descended slowly, watching the layers of clouds outside the window, it felt as though a celestial being were descending from the heavens to the mortal realm.
Verdant towers veiled in morning mist,
Lotus peaks wreathed in evening clouds.
Leaves of jade gather by the cliff,
Branches of gold part on the stone.
Their shadows array across the heavens,
Their silken patterns rise with the wind.
Away from the goddess's terrace,
They can only entrance a mortal king.
Even after the plane had landed safely, Ivy Holden remained captivated by the scenery, reluctant to move from her seat.
"Tired?" Jensen Morrison stood, retrieving a suitcase from the overhead compartment before draping a light jacket over her shoulders.
