"What in the world is happening here? How can she possibly be able to do that?" Freya's mind raced with questions curiously as she took in the sight before her with her eyes widely opened in disbelief.
Her mouth was agape because what she was seeing was not natural.
Seraphina was walking barefoot across the garden. Because it was dry season, the garden seemed dry and dull but every step this strange woman placed upon the ground birthed something wondrous.
Tiny blossoms sprouted instantly from the once barren soil, coming to life in vivid colors as though they had been waiting for her touch.
And that was not all.
When Seraphina stretched out her hands toward the withered, lifeless flowers lining the pathway, even barely touching them, their stems straightened, their colors brightened, and they bloomed again in full glory; it was as though death itself was nothing in her presence.
As if she were life...
