Glass House

The glass house stood quietly at the edge of the forest, its transparent walls reflecting the surrounding trees and sky. Inside, sunlight streamed through every pane, filling the space with warmth and light. The house felt both fragile and timeless, as though it belonged to the earth as much as the air around it. From every room, nature was visible—birds nesting in nearby branches, the changing leaves, and the occasional deer wandering by. It was a sanctuary of solitude, where the line between the outside world and the inside dissolved, offering peace to anyone who stepped within its walls.