I described you as a looming crystal castle, built from blocks of glass, overflowing with wild flowers. You were cloaked with magnificence, a safe, secret paradise of mine. This palace with walls of diamond, with floors covered in soft, emerald grass, curtained with vines and trellises; a quiet, glimmering grandeur that only stood for my eyes. It was something that recalled the fairy tale structures from sleeping beauty, hidden far away on top of a forested mountain; full of luscious greenery and cascading waterfalls. A building that remained frozen in eternity, a sculpture of clouds and ice.
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