A house that should not exist—perched high on a mist-covered hill, its **glass extensions curve like the ribcage of some massive fossilized beast**. Through the panoramic windows, a table is set for **a dinner that will never be eaten**, lit by candles that **never fully melt**. Beyond the overgrown balcony, a city of **towering, gothic spires and mirrored skyscrapers stretches into eternity**, its skyline repeating in a way that defies logic. Somewhere in the distance, a church bell rings, but no one is there to ring it. The grass is too green. The walls of the mansion are too smooth, too organic—almost as if they were once alive. The curtains **move slightly, even though there is no wind.** **Inspired by:** eerie dream mansions, infinite cities, gothic utopias, forgotten gods watching through glass.
