As the evening descended upon Dominion Sanctum, the sky unfolded like a rich velvet blanket, stretching endlessly over the garden, dark and adorned with twinkling stars in the distance.
As the temperature dipped, the floating lanterns began to shine even brighter, casting a comforting glow over the smiling faces and the clinking of glasses.
The atmosphere had evolved from boisterous celebration into gentle conversation, moving away from the playful chaos of children to a deeper connection that the Osborn family had long been missing: togetherness. Calm. Affection. A true sense of home.
The band shifted to a softer melody, with violins and quiet drums mingling with the air like a soothing lullaby. People drew closer, forming small circles beneath the illuminated trees.
The entire garden felt vibrant, alive with a warmth that stemmed not just from the lights or music, but from the man who stood at its heart.
