At night in the girls' dormitory building, the only room with a light on was where Moli, dressed in her pajamas, lay on her bed that was only hers, doodling and writing something.
Upon closer inspection, she was holding a pencil and sketching in a notebook that shimmered with Magic Radiance.
She was documenting everything she had seen since arriving on land, using both drawings and words.
Her mother and aunt, both adventurous members of the Whale-man Species, had traveled through countless landscapes but were not adept at recording the sights they had witnessed.
Every time they returned to the Sea Floor after their travels and recounted their tales, they always left Moli struggling to imagine what sort of magnificent wonders and thrilling adventures they had experienced.
Her mother's storytelling usually went something like this:
