The white mist swirled around Stonehenge, as Miss Feliana summoned five flat stones from afar, and the five witches sat by the side of the bonfire. The firelight illuminated the side profiles of the witches, the five robe-clad demigod witches all looking at Shard, who had his eyes closed.
Miss Feliana held him and softly said:
"If you're tired now, then fall asleep. May we meet in the dream."
Hmm ♫♬~
A gentle melody hummed through the nose, and as Shard's consciousness gradually fell into the dream, the witches all hummed a song with their fair noses. That resonant tune was so familiar, so unforgettable:
"The princess in the castle will never understand, that walking freely in the world is our pursuit."
The five witches sang softly while looking tenderly at Shard's profile.
"At the lavender-covered crossroads met the witch, where are you going, to pick that bundle of herbs."
Miss Feliana sang solo, her melodious voice reminding one of the early spring meadows.
