The outside of the bookish dragon's cabin is a quaint and charming sight, nestled in the heart of a dense, enchanted forest. The cabin itself is built from weathered, dark wood with a moss-covered thatched roof. The exterior walls are adorned with ivy, which has taken on various shades of autumnal red and orange, creating a stunning contrast against the rustic brown of the cabin.
A cobblestone pathway, partly hidden beneath a carpet of fallen leaves, leads up to the cabin's front door. The path meanders through a beautifully landscaped garden that seems to have been plucked from the pages of a fairy tale. Small, intricately designed wrought-iron lanterns on either side of the path cast a warm, inviting purple glow in the evening, guiding visitors to the dragon's lair.
The garden is a vibrant mix of wildflowers and carefully cultivated blooms. There are dainty snapdragons, marigolds, and sunflowers, which bloom in a kaleidoscope of autumn hues. The scent of lavender and roses permeates the air, creating a delightful, almost magical ambiance. Gnarled old trees with leaves in varying shades of red, yellow, and orange tower above the cabin, their branches forming a natural canopy, dappled with sunlight that filters through the colorful foliage.
Small, whimsical Halloween decorations adorned the exterior of the cabin. A friendly scarecrow stands guard by the garden gate, its tattered clothes and straw hat giving it a slightly mischievous appearance. A series of glowing jack-o'-lanterns, each with a unique expression, are placed on the cabin's front steps, welcoming visitors with their flickering, warm light. A woven spiderweb, adorned with sparkling dewdrops, stretches between two branches of an old oak tree. Crafted from silk thread and glimmering beads, it adds an eerie yet enchanting touch to the scene.
Attor waited inside by the door, anticipating visitors excitedly as he held a rather large bowl of candies he may or may not have taken pieces out of to snack on. This was his first time celebrating Halloween this way, it seemed like a rather fun holiday.
A cobblestone pathway, partly hidden beneath a carpet of fallen leaves, leads up to the cabin's front door. The path meanders through a beautifully landscaped garden that seems to have been plucked from the pages of a fairy tale. Small, intricately designed wrought-iron lanterns on either side of the path cast a warm, inviting purple glow in the evening, guiding visitors to the dragon's lair.
The garden is a vibrant mix of wildflowers and carefully cultivated blooms. There are dainty snapdragons, marigolds, and sunflowers, which bloom in a kaleidoscope of autumn hues. The scent of lavender and roses permeates the air, creating a delightful, almost magical ambiance. Gnarled old trees with leaves in varying shades of red, yellow, and orange tower above the cabin, their branches forming a natural canopy, dappled with sunlight that filters through the colorful foliage.
Small, whimsical Halloween decorations adorned the exterior of the cabin. A friendly scarecrow stands guard by the garden gate, its tattered clothes and straw hat giving it a slightly mischievous appearance. A series of glowing jack-o'-lanterns, each with a unique expression, are placed on the cabin's front steps, welcoming visitors with their flickering, warm light. A woven spiderweb, adorned with sparkling dewdrops, stretches between two branches of an old oak tree. Crafted from silk thread and glimmering beads, it adds an eerie yet enchanting touch to the scene.
Attor waited inside by the door, anticipating visitors excitedly as he held a rather large bowl of candies he may or may not have taken pieces out of to snack on. This was his first time celebrating Halloween this way, it seemed like a rather fun holiday.
Lizbeth can’t resist, she has to knock on stranger’s door, but only, and really only these nights of Halloween. Where everyone gets disguised, where everyone does same.
The doe is normally a very warily person, living quite secluded in her little hut.
Not today…
Not this evening…
Lizbeth is ‘on tour’ combatting her fear of strangers. So she looks for inviting places and comes across this absolute stunning garden.
Beautiful flowers where an eye can look, scent of sweetness and warm memories, roses, scent of Angel, her Mom.
So the doe just stands there, mesmerized, a smile from ear to ear, reaching softly and all flower.
The nicely arranged Halloween decoration finishes the tableau. Lizbeth has to knock. She takes her little mask she made, a mask as in Venetian carnival, assembled by herself and holds in front of her nose. It’s the only disguise she wears, if it is not her usual linen clothing. She took her pouch that still scents like forest herbs.
Gently she approaches the cabin door, delicately knocking…
The doe is normally a very warily person, living quite secluded in her little hut.
Not today…
Not this evening…
Lizbeth is ‘on tour’ combatting her fear of strangers. So she looks for inviting places and comes across this absolute stunning garden.
Beautiful flowers where an eye can look, scent of sweetness and warm memories, roses, scent of Angel, her Mom.
So the doe just stands there, mesmerized, a smile from ear to ear, reaching softly and all flower.
The nicely arranged Halloween decoration finishes the tableau. Lizbeth has to knock. She takes her little mask she made, a mask as in Venetian carnival, assembled by herself and holds in front of her nose. It’s the only disguise she wears, if it is not her usual linen clothing. She took her pouch that still scents like forest herbs.
Gently she approaches the cabin door, delicately knocking…
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