There was a particularly beautiful island at Summerdew Ridge, which was entirely constructed into a flower garden.
A charming lady with violet hair and a pair of black feather wings slowly descended among the fireflies inside the garden. When she touched the ground, her wings slowly melted and returned to being ordinary arms, while her sharp talons became human feet. She took a moment to bound up her hair, which was messed by the wind, before heading toward an ancient-looking castle in the middle of the garden.
Another woman in the garden stopped her before she could reach her destination. This one was a beautiful, old-fashioned lady wearing a luxuriously decorated skirt. Her face looked absolutely stunning, except that there were many small scars scattered around her cheeks.
"The master is speaking to a guest, Swan. No one is allowed inside the castle right now. You can tell me if you have a message to deliver."
