In a village today there is a large two-story abandoned building.
Its main entrance is preceded by the garden and the gate is on
the asphalt road, in front of it is a thick spruce forest with few oaks. The past garden in front of the building and around it is
strange, as everyone who has seen it once said. It is only natural that if a man does not care, such a surface,
in short time it should be overgrown with itself, but the whole garden consists only of bare,
dried, compacted soil, only occasionally when it rains, small puddles are made in.
Extremely strange phenomenon, because the water does not soak into this land, but it flows down to the house itself, where the
beautiful paradise blossoms, windows are awkwardly boarded up, the walls are overgrown with grape and its fruits are heavy, flowers and mushrooms of all kinds are growing on the planked floor, but most of all surprising is a powerful red oak, which, like an arrow, breaks through two floors and the remains of the roof, at the same time messing up its leaves like an arrowhead, with blood. The amazing contrast between these two close areas, can only be compared to heaven
and hell. The story behind this must be above average.
I am the messenger of the Lord and today I will fulfill his will by
telling this forgotten story. Many of you will consider it a fantasy,
but the truths of the Lord are the truest.
Not many years ago(as for me), when the owner of the manor lived, when the garden also
lived, when gardeners lived for this garden, when the whole village
lived for the manor and the most beautiful garden. Here I want to start my story.
Its main entrance is preceded by the garden and the gate is on
the asphalt road, in front of it is a thick spruce forest with few oaks. The past garden in front of the building and around it is
strange, as everyone who has seen it once said. It is only natural that if a man does not care, such a surface,
in short time it should be overgrown with itself, but the whole garden consists only of bare,
dried, compacted soil, only occasionally when it rains, small puddles are made in.
Extremely strange phenomenon, because the water does not soak into this land, but it flows down to the house itself, where the
beautiful paradise blossoms, windows are awkwardly boarded up, the walls are overgrown with grape and its fruits are heavy, flowers and mushrooms of all kinds are growing on the planked floor, but most of all surprising is a powerful red oak, which, like an arrow, breaks through two floors and the remains of the roof, at the same time messing up its leaves like an arrowhead, with blood. The amazing contrast between these two close areas, can only be compared to heaven
and hell. The story behind this must be above average.
I am the messenger of the Lord and today I will fulfill his will by
telling this forgotten story. Many of you will consider it a fantasy,
but the truths of the Lord are the truest.
Not many years ago(as for me), when the owner of the manor lived, when the garden also
lived, when gardeners lived for this garden, when the whole village
lived for the manor and the most beautiful garden. Here I want to start my story.