Chapter 12
Golden sunlight streamed down like threads of silk, gently wrapping the colorful landscape of Warlington in a soft, golden glow. Although there was still a lingering palni in Priscilla’s eyes from the divorce, what shined brighter was a quiet hope for the life ahead.
Fresh out of a failed marriage, she had just set foot on this peaceful and mysterious land. She arrived in Crystal Springs, a place famously known as the City of Etemal Bloom. It welcomed her with warm sunlight and an explosion of blooming flowers.
As she wandered through the quaint streets and winding alleys, a light breeze danced through her hair while vibrant flowers swayed gracefully on the sidewalks.. Sunlight filtered through the trees, scattering shadows on the ground like splashes of paint, making her feel as if she were walking through a living, breathing
painting.
At the World Botanical Gardens, Priscilla lost herself in a variety of pavillons, each one with its own charm and uniqueness. Inside the glass conservatory, care plants from different parts of the world left her awestruck at the wonders of nature. Meanwhile, the International exhibits transported her across cultures without leaving the ground
groom to breathe. She could not even remember the last time she For years, she had built her life around Josiah, barely talding time for herself and never allowing went on a real vacation. So, with the divorce behind her, she figured that it was finally time to rediscover her homeland and reclaim her sense of wonder, starting with Warlington–the legendary “Land of Painted Skies“.
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Priscilla had brought up traveling countless times when she was still with Jostah. She had told him that she wanted to cobblestone streets of the historic district, and feel the ocean breeze from Millstone Beach drift through her hair. But he would brush her off each time, saying that he was too busy and always swamped with work. It was not until a college reunion that she found out his packed schedule had nothing to do with work. Instead, he had been clearing time to fly overseas with Brittany.
Next, Priscilla beaded to Stone Sentinel Peaks. The moment she stepped into the park, it felt like she had entered a kingdom carved entirely from stone. Massive rock formations towered around her. Some were shaped like noble soldiers standing at attention while others were like graceful dancers frozen mid–spin. Some even looked like playful animals caught mid–motion
She wandered through the maze of stone, brushing her fingers over their rough, time–wom surfaces, imagining the centuries of stories they held. As the tour guide shared a local legend about two lovers torn apart by tradition and fate, a wistful look softened her gaze. It was as though she could see the young couple fighting for love through the shadows of history.
After leaving Stone Sentinel Peaks, Priscilla made her way to the old city district of Silvercrest. She strolled along the smooth, time–polished cobblestone paths, Each step echoed beneath her feet like whispers from the past.
Wearing a light blue sundress, with her long hair swaying gently in the breeze, she looked like a lone flower–quiet, resilient, and full of life. Small boutiques lined the streets, bursting with colorful scarves and handcrafted trinkers.
She wandered aimlessly, letting her mind drift, soalding in the charm of it all. When she finally reached the edge of Millstone Beach, the scene took her breath away. Majestic hills in the distance kissed the sapphire waters of the lake, painting a view straight out of a dream.
Millstone Beach looked like a giant mirror stretched across the land, reflecting the sky in shimmering blues and silvers. The water was so clear and still that the sualight danced on its surface, turning it into a glittering sheet of glass.
Priscila tented a bike and pedaled along the wateront, letting the breeze carry the lake’s fresh scent across her skin. It was the first time in a long time she had felt so free.
Faroff, the Mistvell Mountain rose like sleeping giants, their peaks wrapped in soft clouds as if guarding a hidden paradise. By Butterfly Cove, the water sparkled wirl, crystal clarity, surrounded by a riot of wildflowers where butterflies cluttered like living petals.
She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the peace and beauty of nature as if she had become part of the land itself.
Priscilla took a deep breath, hoping that the crisp air could push out the heavy weight in her chest, she thought that she should never have given up so much of her freedom for someone who never truly saw her. She had wasted years walling in a house for a man who had already filled his heart with someone else.
