Chapitre 107: Lighthollow Glen

Thin translucent vines hang down from the branches above. Flowers with a shade of violet changing into pink at the tips of its petals hang lonely at the edges of the vines. With every blow of the wind at the vines, a sweet scent of cinnamon and apple whiff in the air. "Lovely…"

The grass was dancing with every sway of the wind. She could hear the crisp laughter of men, women, and children altogether as if there were no problems in this world. As her shoes trod on the ground, she saw trees lining the path to a temple in the center of that huge forest. Alongside the path were houses made of combinations of mud and wood. There was unique artistry in the way the houses were built with huge windows and no doors, just an open hole where she saw nymphs walking in and out merrily.