Silvana sat down on a cloud as if it were a pillow, her gaze fixed on the pond in front of her.
"What do you see in that pond?" The Lost Sun asked, pointing at the water's surface.
Strangely enough, the floating moon wasn't reflected in the pond. It was as if it weren't even there.
Silvana narrowed her eyes as she stared intently into the pond. She decided it must be a test, that she was supposed to see something special, but all she saw was her own reflection, just like in any other pond.
"Just… It's just my reflection here…" Silvana muttered uncertainly.
The Lost Sun waved his hand.
"Come closer. Right now, I can only see your head. Stand up straight."
Silvana didn't argue and did as he said. She sensed the weight of his words, not only because this was his space, but also because this boy was, in fact, a very ancient artifact.
