Two months ago.
The imperial garden sprawled out before Ingrid, a serene oasis hidden within the confines of the palace walls. Tall hedges, meticulously shaped into intricate patterns, created a labyrinthine maze that seemed to stretch endlessly. Some of the leaves had already embraced the hues of autumn, displaying a vibrant shades of reds, oranges, and golds. The crisp air carried the distinct fragrance of fallen leaves, and a gentle sunlight filtered through the branches, casting a warm glow on the garden floor.
