The hem of the robe, with its many-layered garments and ornate details, spread out in the water like a blooming flower. Long gold hair flowed freely, shimmering with light, as though countless stars were dancing upon each strand.
That person stood in the water, their slender body light and graceful, one hand holding a harp, eyes slightly lowered, lips gently parting to sing. The birds had gathered from everywhere, flapping excitedly before—like they had been trained—opening their beaks and singing in unison.
The unmistakable voice blended with the sounds of nature, and the harp's notes echoed. Silvanus could almost see tiny specks of green light rise whenever the strings were plucked, illuminating the exquisitely beautiful face.
She is wonderful... Silvanus thought to himself.
Right then, a white blur suddenly shot out.
Vivian leapt from Silvanus's shoulder, hopping about joyfully, her body swaying through the air as if dancing along with the music.
