The cold stone of the statues in the garden of the palace, leaned sinuously towards the seemingly uncontaminated nature, but kept together by an order all on a human scale, in a mysterious fairy-tale contrast.
The princess was walking on the gravel paths that made their way through the green meadows and the blooming branches, now sullen to the shadows of the evening, getting lost in the expressions and gestures of the marbles, who looked at her, in a row along the path.
The fine silk of her dress mingled with the reflections of sunset that were mirrored in the precious jewels she wore and the sky seemed immense compared to the court where she lived, which was tight, more than the corset that held her chest.
Surrounded by the gold of the furnishings of the rooms, by sumptuous receptions, by the music to dance composed, the only splendor he wanted to see was that of the stars, which soon would arrive and the lights of the distant city.
