The lush, verdant garden sprawled across the left side of the mansion, a vibrant tapestry of colors and scents that seemed to defy the rugged terrain. Henri and Anna strolled along a winding path, their feet crunching softly on the gravel as they made their way through this oasis of life. The air was crisp and invigorating, carrying the sweet perfume of a thousand blooming flowers.
Henri, his weathered face creased, took a deep breath, savoring the clean garden air. His large coat, adorned with intricate gold embroidery that caught the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above, rustled gently with each step. He began to speak, his voice carrying a hint of reverence for the history he was about to impart.
"When I speak of the original ancestor-" Henri started, but Anna interjected before he could finish.
