The Young Old Man
Olivia paused as she reached the private residence.
The small private stood gracefully like a maiden in the middle of the residential neighborhood.
At the front, a set of ornate iron gates marked the entrance to the property. The gates were designed with beautiful and intricate scrollwork and motifs. Nestled between the designs was a symbol that she would recognize anywhere.
A vast gnarled tree with its branches spread around.
The symbol of the progenitor.
This had to be the place.
She nodded in satisfaction as she studied the villa intently.
Flanking the gates were sturdy stone pillars, each topped with elegant lanterns that provide a warm, welcoming glow in the evenings.
The exterior walls were covered in soft, pastel-colored stucco, giving the villa a vintage appearance.
The villa was surrounded by a meticulously manicured garden, enhancing the sense of seclusion and tranquility it emanated.