NOT THIS EVENING

The palace opens at the end of the day. The light marble allows the heat of the day to escape, while maintaining a warm and welcoming atmosphere. The garden is quiet, open with tall trees and shadows. Someone passes silently under the arches. You hear footsteps just before an isolated room lights up with golden light. A proud shadow stretches over the stone and disappears as quickly as it came. Only your imagination is left to float through an empty night sky, the stars twinkling above your heads.