369 A Failure?

In the secluded depths of the Grand Canyon, where Desmond's mansion stood on the ethereal frozen ground, a middle-aged man ascended the stairs with a blend of anticipation and apprehension etched across his face. His stride quickened, a sense of urgency pushing him forward, while his watchful gaze swept over the mansion's surroundings.

With each step he took on the transparent ice stairs, he beheld a breathtaking view of the lake beneath, its calm waters shrouded in mystery, mirroring his own reflection with an uncanny shadow. The sight never failed to astound him, for the mansion's construction relied solely on the foundation of frozen water. The seemingly fragile pillars, serving as the main supports, belied their strength, and with each passing month, instead of succumbing to the thaw, the chilling aura in the area grew more intense.