Paradise was a realm where beauty met perfection, untouched by corruption or conflict. Rolling meadows stretched endlessly in every direction, the grass a vibrant green that shimmered with a mystical luster. Flowers of all kinds bloomed freely, their soft hues painting the landscape in patches of subtle colors. A gentle breeze whispered across the fields, carrying with it the delicate scent of fresh blooms and pure mana.
Above, the sky was a canvas of pristine white clouds, drifting lazily as if time itself moved slower here. They were so bright that they almost glowed, casting soft shadows over the meadows. Sunlight beamed gently through the cloud cover, never too harsh, always perfect—an eternal spring that neither faded nor grew too warm.
