Raising his eyes, he could see several giant trees, so thick that they were difficult to embrace, standing straight in the garden.
The trunks were vigorous and ancient, with branches stretching outward, creating a dense green canopy that shrouded the entire garden.
Beneath the giant trees lay an endless expanse of verdant grassland.
The grass blades were tender and soft, brimming with vibrant life; each blade seemed meticulously nurtured, emitting a gentle, warm glow.
Countless tiny white flowers were scattered like stars across the grassland.
The petals were thin and translucent, lacking a strong fragrance, yet exuding a refreshing clean scent.
They were sporadically spread amidst the greenery, unassuming and unembellished, adding a layer of sacred and solemn undertone to the underground garden.
Lis stood quietly beside the garden, as if this place never belonged to the noisy world but was solely a resting place for the departed, a sanctuary for eternal repose.
