The garden and the building

It was then, as I entered the park, I felt like I was entering another time... Beyond the majestic trees, in a garden, at the edge of the world, a wild meadow unfolded its floral essences; in the distance, the lost statue of an ancient god could be seen... Some memories came to me... in a clearing, young girls in bloom, swirling to the sound of ancient lyres, were offering an altar, young ephebes were offering libations to Dionysus....
The wide path formed an elbow and could give the impression that one was entering a deep forest. Past this one, going up an alley drowned in an emerald light, one could guess between the foliage of century-old trees an old hunting lodge. Having crossed a few dead waters, I left the park and discovered the building...