Demyan
I was completely stricken by shock that I could barely talk as Ethan drove down the most pristine and detailed cobblestone road I had ever seen. On either side of the road forming a beautiful and grand view were Christmas pine trees trimmed so perfectly and symmetrically that they did not even look real.
Spanning behind them was the greenest perfectly cut lawn that was mowed to have the strip work I was so obsessed with. Just driving down the road you could see snippets of a large lake forming behind the land that made me feel like we were driving on the edge of the sea.
Ethan was silent, dead silent, with a small smile on his face as I glanced back at him then pressed my face against the window in awe. There were small little barns spread out that had a beautiful mini old Victorian style to them that added so much character I instantly wanted to inspect them.