As they strolled through the sculpture garden, the evening air was cool and refreshing, carrying the subtle scent of blooming flowers. The soft, ambient lighting cast delicate shadows on the intricate sculptures, creating an almost magical atmosphere that seemed to transport them to another world. Cruz and Avery meandered along the winding paths, the gravel crunching softly under their feet, occasionally stopping to admire a particularly striking piece. Each sculpture told its own story, their ...