Kyung
I felt as if I were sleeping on a cloud. The scent of perfume tickled my nose, pulling me gently from the depths of slumber. It was a delicate fragrance, reminiscent of a garden where the air itself seemed imbued with the whispers of flowers and the secrets of ancient trees.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, reluctant to break the spell of tranquility that enveloped me. The room was awash with the soft light of dusk, the kind that bridges night and day in a warm embrace. The bed was luxurious, its sheets like silk against my skin, a stark contrast to the hard ground I had grown accustomed to.
Sitting up, I took in the room's grandeur. It was spacious, with walls that held the warm hues of the setting sun. There was a sense of peace here, a quiet strength that seemed to emanate from the very stones of the tower.
