He guided her along the winding stone path that meandered through the garden, leading them past a rocky pool. The water spilled endlessly from a cluster of stones, cascading in gentle streams before splashing softly into the clear basin below.
Her gaze lingered on the tranquil scene. She could almost picture herself perched on one of the smooth rocks, scribbling notes for her thesis while soaking in the peaceful atmosphere.
But that was just a dream. She didn’t belong there. No matter how inviting it seemed, she would find a way to escape.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, noticing how her eyes lingered on the surreal beauty of the pool. He often admired it himself.
"Yes," she replied softly.
"It's not man-made. It was already there. Some touches were added.
"Wow. It looks awesom
