It felt like we were at the edge of the world when we dropped directly onto the terrace, the salty wind lashing and rattling the ornate railings. It’s rusted with age and sea air but still unyielding, like a gate to paradise.
The manor loomed before us, so tall I had to squint and lean back to see where iron met stone, and casting long shadows across the worn terracotta and obsidian floors.
Despite being outdoors, the terrace is furnished exquisitely with luxurious velvet cushioned lounge chairs, opulent tables with intricate twisted feet, unused lanterns adorned with jewels scattered around the area, and large vases depicting wars and lost loves stood sentry in front of the windows. It all hinted of the riches that its owner possesses. I felt as though I was at a luxury theater, passe
