A hush greeted me as I stepped inside — space, light, and stillness stitched into a room that felt almost sacred. The bed, dressed in crisp, faultless sheets, delivered sleep like a gift. Breakfast arrived each morning as an awakening in itself — flavors sharp enough to etch themselves into memory. Towels thick as velvet, service sharp yet invisible, every detail tuned to indulgence without excess. More than a stay, it was a quiet masterpiece of comfort.