211 Westfield Drive, Richlands, NC 28574

A house stood there, a house reborn, its bones remade, its face lifted, its soul polished bright in the year of our Lord two thousand and twenty-two. Westfield Drive, number 211, Richlands, North Carolina, where the air hums soft with salt and pine, where the roads stretch eager to Camp Lejeune, to New River Air Station, to the golden-burnt sands of the Crystal Coast, and yet, yet, not a city tax in sight! Atlantic Construction's Chelsea, famous, whispered of, known in circles, a plan, a design, a structure with its secrets, its hidden chamber, a passage veiled beyond the master's closet. A room for the dreamer, the maker, the one who seeks hush, who seeks retreat, who seeks to be and not be at once. And the outside? A vision. Stone glinting in the light, siding twin-toned, board and batten rising in crisp lines, shakes dancing their decorous dance, the garage doors carriage-styled, stately, waiting, watching. Lawns swept clean, green blades bending to the breeze, nodding in approval. Step through, step in, step into space itself—an open floor, a plan made for life, for talk, for voices bright and dim. Cabinets rich as old wood, walls warm as dusk, colors deep, colors breathing. Rooms wide, closets yawning, space to stretch, space to keep, space to fill. And still—yours to shape, yours to mold. A home remade, a home renewed, a home waiting. Come now, come soon. The door is open, the key is near.