Chapter 77 - Etiquette and Good Manners - VI
The wind swayed the flowers in a beautiful grove. Their fragrances mingled, creating a comforting sensation as vibrant colors flooded my senses, growing more vivid with each passing second. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet began to soften, as if the earth itself had turned to something more pliant—almost like walking on clouds.
Before me, a golden light began to form, hovering in the air like a miniature sun. It pulsed gently, as if alive, and I felt an irresistible pull, as though something deep within me knew this light was important, that it had something to show me.
As I approached, the grove around me began to transform. The trees, once green and full of life, now appeared made of crystal, refracting the golden light into thousands of dancing rays across the ground. The flowers, which had swayed in the breeze, now shimmered with colors I didn't even know existed, as if painted with pigments from another world.
The golden light expanded, enveloping everything, and I felt a profound calm, as if being embraced by something greater than myself.
Then, at the far end of this mysterious place, I saw a wall stretching into the sky. It was made of an unusual crystal, shifting colors every second—white, red, blue, pink, purple, yellow.
I reached out to touch it, but no matter how far I walked, the crystalline wall remained out of reach.
Then, a pulse reverberated through my senses.
"TING..."
My vision whited out with the sensation, and the wall trembled faintly. A divine energy pulsed from within, surpassing anything I had felt in my centuries of life.
I was transported back to the beginning of the grove, far from the wall. Gazing into a crystalline pond, I saw a familiar pair of intense eyes and carmine lips. It was me—another version of me, moving of its own will, wearing an eager expression and a smile.
The space around me began losing light. My eyelids grew heavy, and I closed my eyes, disconnecting from everything.