The day was breaking beneath the mantle of a radiant, sacred forest. The first rays of sunlight didn't just shine, they seemed to melt like liquid gold over the multicolored foliage, revealing a sanctuary where time itself felt like it held no power.
At the center of that forest stood a home of deceptive simplicity. At first glance, it was just a house made of wood and stone; yet the very structure exuded an aura of power so dense it would make even the proudest Immortal drop to their knees, catatonic. Every inch of that building was a treasure beyond compare.
Outside the house, sheltered under the shadow of a colossal tree whose leaves pulsed with a living rhythm, there was a simple wooden chair.
There, the world seemed to find its balance.
