Avalon, Glass Island.
Noon had passed on May 21st.
Isabel sat alone in the pavilion of the Hall of Silver and Tin.
By the end of May, it was already early summer, and the midday sun became glaring. Even if it didn't directly shine on her, its heat could still make one drowsy.
Avalon's Griffin Minister was resting in this backyard... It was here that Aiwass first learned horseback riding.
She stared blankly at the lush flowers and grass in the courtyard, reaching out to them slightly.
Her pale and slender fingers resembled the baton of an orchestra conductor, orchestrating the Voice of Miracle—
A rainbow-colored shimmer appeared—a magnificent giant flower sprouted from among the flowers. It had red and purple petals, looking like a grand, enormous rose. From any angle, it seemed like a real thing.
But Isabel sighed softly.
