Lyon slowly blinked his eyes, returning to the present moment. The echoes of laughter and the warmth that had filled his heart began to fade, dissipating like a fleeting dream. He looked around the ancient hall, its solemn atmosphere contrasting with the ethereal experience he had just encountered.
"How is it?" Selena asked.
Lyon shook his head, "I can't help the feeling of familiarity, however, I can't see their faces, just their lingering memories."
"Do you know who they were?" asked Selena.
"No, not a single one, not even a figure, just joyous peals of laughter," said Lyon.
The memory of the butterfly fluttering around the single flower, illuminated by the rays of sunlight, lingered in his mind. It was a moment of connection to his past, a glimpse into the greatness he once possessed. Though the specifics remained elusive, the emotions it stirred within him remained.
