Daria Stepanova
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Standing on the marble terrace of the Achilleion Palace, the eyes are drawn beyond the sculpted gardens and statues of Achilles, down toward the endless sweep of the Ionian Sea. The horizon glimmers in shades of sapphire and turquoise, broken only by the dark green of cypress trees and the silvery shimmer of olive groves that blanket the hills. From this height, Corfu seems to float between myth and reality — a land of gods, emperors, and poets. The air is filled with the scent of pine and salt, and the view carries both serenity and grandeur: the eternal embrace of sky and sea, watched over by the silent marble heroes of antiquity.