COUNT SPIRIT

The ground was covered in lush, emerald grass that shimmered as if each blade was dusted with stardust. Trees with trunks of silver and leaves that sparkled like precious gems swayed gently in the breeze, their branches heavy with strange and vibrant fruits. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, their petals glowing softly in shades of blue, violet, and gold. A small stream wound its way through the garden, its waters as clear as crystal, reflecting the brilliance of the surroundings.

But it was the fruits that drew Ariel's attention most. They hung from the trees in various shapes and colours—some golden like the sun, others as deep blue as the midnight sky. Each one seemed to radiate a powerful energy, a promise of strength and vitality beyond mortal comprehension. It was as if she had stumbled upon a place forgotten by time, a sanctuary of nature's most potent magic.