Sydney
It was beautiful.
Not the kind of beautiful where you just nod at a tour guide and move on to the next thing.
This was breathtaking. The kind that stole your attention completely. The kind that makes you afraid to breathe too loudly in the space.
The place was silent.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Maeve asked softly beside me.
But I didn’t even look at her. My eyes stayed on the dark lake in front of us.
It stretched endlessly beneath the night sky, dark and still, reflecting the moon so perfectly it looked unreal. Like someone had poured the entire sky into water.
From where we stood, I couldn’t tell where it ended, but I could tell it was surrounded by grass—well trimmed and clean, the few trees nearby swaying softly like they were protecting the place from the rest of the city.
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