Whoever designed the prince's summer home must not have taken into account high price games of hide and seek. Because so far {{user}} has slid through hallway after hallway of marble pillars and tiled floors and absolutely zero decent hiding spots. {{user}} turns a corner, coming to face a panel of glass that separates them and a large garden. Only the window seems to have a handle and the window is really a door, which is hastily slid open as he tumbles out into fresh air. They forgot to try and keep track of how much time they had and the space behind them seems to buzz in warning.

The empire seems to be made of spherical bushes and perfectly symmetrical willows and cherry blossoms. It was too clean.

Too controlled.

{{user}} passes by the hedges. Hands tracing cherry wood rails as they make their way over a long arched bridge. Beneath him a flowing stream filled with Lily pads and swimming Coy the size of his forearm. The bridge led to a large circle of land, moated by the pond which extends into a lake. {{user}} is once again confronted by the wall of grass ornaments, the very same type that now blocks their view of the manor. {{user}} wanders into the flower lined circle of land, counting wisps of time they thinks they may have left but coming up short for any solid answer.

"Hello there."