The light disappeared again as she entered, the garlands splitting as her head broke the barrier, her boots clacking on the marble tiles of the lower garden. During the day, these walls of garlands would get their sunlight from above. The floor of the park of the high road above was littered with a checkerboard of thick glass squares in a latticework, held together by iron. Each glass was both clear and coloured, interspersing unadulterated sunlight with a rainbow of colour. A small stone fountain and reading benches littered the under-park. The garlands surrounded the space like a curtain. Some lattice work held up additional flowering vines and plant life, complicating the limited space, creating little enclosures of privacy in the already enclosed space. In the spring, the garlands would bloom and flower, making these some of the most treasured public spaces in the entire city for their quiet beauty and majesty.