A vast estate unfolded before Damon, its architecture unmistakably different from anything within the Valecrest domain, carrying the unmistakable imprint of another reality entirely. The air felt lighter, warmer, familiar yet unfamiliar, filled with a quiet life that did not press down but instead embraced, and within that space stood three figures.
A middle-aged man stood at the center, his brown hair neatly styled with faint streaks of white that spoke not of age, but of experience, his posture upright yet relaxed, his presence steady and reassuring in a way that felt almost foreign to Damon's senses.
Beside him stood a woman, her grey eyes soft, filled with a warmth so profound it seemed to radiate outward, her expression gentle, her smile carrying a kind of affection that did not need words to be understood.
