Chloe De Burgh

You slip inside the building as softly as a summer breeze flutters through an open window. Once inside, You turn back around for another look at the garden and find that the wall of clear glass is now one of stained glass. The light of the smiling moon shines through the multicolored facets and highlights the most beautiful scene.

You slip inside the building as softly as a summer breeze flutters through an open window. Once inside, You turn back around for another look at the garden and find that the wall of clear glass is now one of stained glass. The light of the smiling moon shines through the multicolored facets and highlights the most beautiful scene.

You slip inside the building as softly as a summer breeze flutters through an open window. Once inside, You turn back around for another look at the garden and find that the wall of clear glass is now one of stained glass. The light of the smiling moon shines through the multicolored facets and highlights the most beautiful scene.

As if made of shimmering jewels, the stained glass window portrays what appears to be the creation of the castle itself. Everywhere fairies stand or hover, their hands outstretched towards a green clearing in the middle of a lush forest. They are even more lifelike than the stone fairy in the fountain, and their wings glitter in the moonlight.

As if made of shimmering jewels, the stained glass window portrays what appears to be the creation of the castle itself. Everywhere fairies stand or hover, their hands outstretched towards a green clearing in the middle of a lush forest. They are even more lifelike than the stone fairy in the fountain, and their wings glitter in the moonlight.

As if made of shimmering jewels, the stained glass window portrays what appears to be the creation of the castle itself. Everywhere fairies stand or hover, their hands outstretched towards a green clearing in the middle of a lush forest. They are even more lifelike than the stone fairy in the fountain, and their wings glitter in the moonlight.

In the clearing, the earth seems to be rippling like water, as the shimmering outline of a castle can be seen when you move your head slightly. You stare at the beautiful piece of art for another few moments, taking in all the details. You marvel at the way each stained glass leaf seems to move with the breeze, even as you watch. You have the urge to reach your hand out.

In the clearing, the earth seems to be rippling like water, as the shimmering outline of a castle can be seen when you move your head slightly. You stare at the beautiful piece of art for another few moments, taking in all the details. You marvel at the way each stained glass leaf seems to move with the breeze, even as you watch. You have the urge to reach your hand out.

In the clearing, the earth seems to be rippling like water, as the shimmering outline of a castle can be seen when you move your head slightly. You stare at the beautiful piece of art for another few moments, taking in all the details. You marvel at the way each stained glass leaf seems to move with the breeze, even as you watch. You have the urge to reach your hand out.

and touch the glass to make sure the image that you are seeing is indeed a picture and not real life. After a few moments of wonder, you turn your attention to the room around you. It seems you have entered the ballroom. The floor is a swirling mix of pastel colored marbles that bleed into and out of one another. The stained glass wall is slightly curved and the entire room is a huge circle.

and touch the glass to make sure the image that you are seeing is indeed a picture and not real life. After a few moments of wonder, you turn your attention to the room around you. It seems you have entered the ballroom. The floor is a swirling mix of pastel colored marbles that bleed into and out of one another. The stained glass wall is slightly curved and the entire room is a huge circle.

and touch the glass to make sure the image that you are seeing is indeed a picture and not real life. After a few moments of wonder, you turn your attention to the room around you. It seems you have entered the ballroom. The floor is a swirling mix of pastel colored marbles that bleed into and out of one another. The stained glass wall is slightly curved and the entire room is a huge circle.

The walls are carved stone, dotted with delicate golden flower-like lanterns. You take a few steps into the room, peering up to get a look at the ceiling. As you do, the lanterns on the walls begin to glow, tossing a golden light around the space. The ceiling curves up impossibly high, meeting in a beautiful mosaic of the sun.

The walls are carved stone, dotted with delicate golden flower-like lanterns. You take a few steps into the room, peering up to get a look at the ceiling. As you do, the lanterns on the walls begin to glow, tossing a golden light around the space. The ceiling curves up impossibly high, meeting in a beautiful mosaic of the sun.

The walls are carved stone, dotted with delicate golden flower-like lanterns. You take a few steps into the room, peering up to get a look at the ceiling. As you do, the lanterns on the walls begin to glow, tossing a golden light around the space. The ceiling curves up impossibly high, meeting in a beautiful mosaic of the sun.

The warm lantern light causes each tiny jewel of the mosaic to burn with an inner light. To one end of the room is a large raised dais. An assortment of instruments rests there, some familiar and some strange. You see a harp, a lute, and a few hand drums. Other instruments look like strange bagpipes or ones made of reeds.

The warm lantern light causes each tiny jewel of the mosaic to burn with an inner light. To one end of the room is a large raised dais. An assortment of instruments rests there, some familiar and some strange. You see a harp, a lute, and a few hand drums. Other instruments look like strange bagpipes or ones made of reeds.

The warm lantern light causes each tiny jewel of the mosaic to burn with an inner light. To one end of the room is a large raised dais. An assortment of instruments rests there, some familiar and some strange. You see a harp, a lute, and a few hand drums. Other instruments look like strange bagpipes or ones made of reeds.

They rest on wooden stands or cushioned stools, as if the musicians have just left them for a moment and will be back to once again take up the tune. It is not a stretch of your imagination to picture this place filled with dancing couples, each resplendent in fine outfits and gliding gracefully You make your way across the room to a set of carved wooden doors.

They rest on wooden stands or cushioned stools, as if the musicians have just left them for a moment and will be back to once again take up the tune. It is not a stretch of your imagination to picture this place filled with dancing couples, each resplendent in fine outfits and gliding gracefully You make your way across the room to a set of carved wooden doors.