Mystery's at Mayfair Manor

XIX

Miss Cleo's gaze lifted toward the glassed dome roof. There, the moon shone through, casting a silvery glow upon the water. But it wasn't just the moonlight that caught her attention. Signs—ancient glyphs—were painted on the glass, their meanings hidden in cryptic symbols.

"What do they say?" Samuel asked, his voice echoing.

"Listen," Miss Cleo said, her voice barely audible. "The water—it holds memories. It reflects desires and dreams."

Samuel dipped his fingers into the pool, and warmth enveloped him. "What do we seek?" he asked, his gaze on the bunny, which now sat on the marble step.

The bunny's eyes glimmered. It seemed to understand their unspoken wishes. With a hop, it hobbed towards Samual,went onto two legs and nudged Samuel's hand, And in that moment, they knew.

They shyly undressed, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves. The bunny twitched its nose and then hobbed off.

Samuel stepped into the steaming water first, and it embraced him like a lover's touch. Miss Cleo followed, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders.

Miss Cleo squinted, deciphering the patterns. "They're a language of longing," she said. "The girl's yearning etched into the very fabric of this place."

Samuel reached for her hand, and together, they floated toward the center of the pool. The moon's reflection danced upon the water, illuminating the glyphs. Each stroke seemed to pulse with energy—a story waiting to be told.

"Look," Miss Cleo whispered. "This one—it resembles a crescent moon. And here, a winding path."

Samuel traced the symbols with his fingertips. "A journey," he said. "A path to redemption?"

Miss Cleo nodded. "Perhaps. Or a path to understanding. To the heart of her creation."

As they floated, the glyphs shifted, rearranging themselves. Samuel's eyes widened. "They're alive," he said. "Responding to our presence."

Miss Cleo's laughter echoed. "We're part of her story," she said. "The seekers who dared to step into her enchantment."

Miss Cleo pointed to a specific glyph—a spiral intersecting with a star. "The center," she said. "The heart of it all."

"Something's wrong," Miss Cleo murmured as the color from the water seemed to disappear. "The colour and its glow..."

They waded into the water, their hands cupping the fading light of the water. The water seem to shake as if urging them to hurry.

"What's happening?" Cleo asked urgently.

"We need to get out."Now!"

The glass trembled again, and they felt it resonate through their bodies. The once-vibrant colors of the garden. The pool was losing its magic, and Samuel sensed danger lurking beyond the glass.

They both hurried off and quikly put on their cloths.Samual grabbed Cleorata's hand and pulled her on towards the exit,their hearts pounding. The glass walls seemed to close in on them, as if urging them to hurry.

Finally, they burst into the chilly night air.

"What just happened?" Cleo asked, her eyes wide.As they rushed towards they horses.

Samuel glanced back at the Glass garden"I don't know, but we can't stay here. Let's go."

"What do we do now?" Cleo asked as they were a good distance from the now haunted glass garden "We find answers," Samuel said. "We have to explore and read more. We'll face it together." He said his face lit by the moonlight.