My hand slowly reached into the depths of my black eyes. When I touched them, they suddenly surged into my being, jolting me awake.
I slept next to the Red Fairy, gazing back at her veiled figure from last night. That voice lingered in my mind.
When I woke up, regarding the four of them, I felt nothing—it was as if it had all been a dream.
I began to move slowly, hoping the Red Fairy was still standing there, feeling nothing at all.
I slowly stretched my arm. Just as I sat there in a daze, lost in thought, my aunt slowly approached from behind. In one hand, she held a mirror, and in the other, a pile of black trash.
The moment I entered the room, I saw my aunt inspecting the space. Later, I noticed the veil on the Red Elf's face wasn't hair. I sighed and looked at myself sitting on the ground. Was she offering me a helping hand? Would she reflect on my past?
"Does the land feel cool on the ground? Come. Let me show you something fun."
