Where Laughter Waited
The corridor stretched wide and regal, the heart of Moonwalker Mansion, wrapped in the soft golden breath of lanternlight embedded along the walls—like stars that had been tamed, one by one.Marble tiles gleamed beneath his feet, catching each movement in slow, rippling reflections—warm, alive, like water remembering touch.Pillars stood tall along either side, old and carved deep with legacy—etched symbols of power, not just of nobility, but of the man who walked this house as its spine.
The silence felt holy.Unshaken. Waiting.
And then—Tap… tap… tap…The stillness broke.
Slow. Intentional. Each step a quiet echo. Not heavy, but weighted. Not tired. Commanding.
