In the villa's shadow, a courtyard's quiet reigns. Rectangular lines converge, a canvas of serenity. Pomegranates stand sentinel, their ancient wisdom whispering through the breeze. Trachelospermum jasminoides weaves its starry blooms, a fragrant tapestry against stone walls. Towering camphors stretch towards the sky, their silvery leaves shimmering like moonlit whispers. In this tranquil square, time dissolves, leaving only the gentle dance of shadows and the sweet scent of evening's promise.

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