Jonas City,
At the arranged time, Lis arrived at the appointed spot according to the address given by Oriolan.
Oriolan did not accompany Lis but smiled and said that this would be an unforgettable experience.
Lis glanced at the building in front and was somewhat surprised.
This was a two-story house located at the edge of the Magic City, unique like amber forgotten by time, quietly frozen outside the hustle and bustle.
Unlike the towering spired Magic Towers in town, this building had a roof made of light cyan clay tiles, like fragments of a sky repeatedly soaked by the rain.
The wall plastered with white shale mixed with shell powder had long lost its glaring sheen, with peeling spots revealing a light yellow base, resembling a face filled with stories, each crack seemingly narrating the cycle of dawn and dusk over a hundred years.
Roses and jacarandas intertwined to form a natural canopy that enveloped the little house in a riot of light and shadow.
