"Lord, Lord?"
Her thoughts returned from the clouds.
The images that appeared were all from her first-person perspective, and in this moment, the endless starry sky shifted to a palace bathed in warm light.
She was floating in a pool, with two elderly women standing beside it.
—One of these two elders, Wang Jixuan, had seen in the spire on No.5.
She slowly sat up, wearing a soft black long dress, likely some kind of nightgown.
She looked down at her reflection in the water, seeing her own image, so beautiful, holy, elegant, and yet bearing a certain indifference to the world.
She inquired in an alien language, but everyone understood the meaning of her words, although some words were possibly comprehended rather strangely.
"What's the matter?"
"My Lord, the Bright Wings Council Court has sent another letter, urging you to attend the meeting."
