The sun had started to set once again today.
In a giant house atop a mountain, a lady donning a veil placed her hand on her sides and sighed.
"It might rain in the night…"
The lady picked up the basket and started removing the sheets and clothes hanging outside. She folded them and placed them back in the basket.
A gentle breeze brushed past her long white hair, making her dress flutter with the flowers.
She had already spent four springs in this place, she had become used to telling the weather these days.
It was certain that it would rain tonight.
The lady finished getting the laundry and moved back inside the house. The setting sun had disappeared as the sky started to grow dark.
Made of rosewood and ebony, the inside of the humble yet spacious house glowed with the lights of magic tools. An annoying mumble spread through the air which she just couldn't ignore.
