บท 168: Who Are You?

Selma Payne's POV:

I quietly lay in the hard and cold cocoon, curled up like a baby in the womb. My heart was calm, and my face was serene. I was like a stuffed child waiting for the arrival of my new birthday.

Speckles of golden light seeped out of my skin. They had completed their mission and were about to dissipate.

But I disagreed.

Why couldn't these engravings as gentle as the moonlight forever accompany me?

The fireflies landed on my skin as I wished, integrated into my muscles, and twisted and stretched. They were no longer in the form of purification runes but moths about to fly away. They were hidden in the blood in the golden and red light.

I was finally satisfied. I fell into a deep sleep in the snow, naked.

I woke up in the warmth.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the rough wooden floor and the crackling of a warm fire behind me. I believed cream sausages were stewing on top of it, which aroused my appetite.