Samuel simply walked behind the maidens. His mind, still in a jumble of recent events that had happened... He offered no words, only the steady rhythm of his footsteps. They led him to a wide, calm river, its surface was glowing. There, the maidens motioned for him to enter the water to wash up. It was cool and refreshing, washing away the dust, blood and lingering tension of his journeys. They gave him a fresh new set of clothes afterward...
Once he was clean and dressed, they guided him onwards, deeper into a hidden path... In the distance, a structure began to emerge into view, nestled amongst the trees. Its walls seemed to breathe, its very material shifting in color, a slow, deliberate mix. One moment, it shimmered with the color white. The next, it pulsed with the vibrant life of an emerald green. Then, it would soften to a delicate, lady-like pink...always in motion, a strange yet undeniable beauty that held Samuel's gaze.