It took quite some time before I finally calmed down from laughing at the latest memory I just witnessed. The irony of it all made my stomach hurt and my heart full.
"I wonder what prayer does Emman to make his manifestation skills so potent..." I chortled at the thought as I continued gazing at the jars on the shelves, my arms extended as my hands slid against each smooth surface of the jar.
At this point, I didn't bother taking into account the appearance or the inscription written on the jar anymore. I just open them on a whim to make things a little bit more exciting and to lessen the pain when a memory I had expectations of didn't reach it or had a hidden implication I didn't see before.
"How about this one...?" I say to myself, picking up a jar.
I did say that the appearance or description of the jar didn't help me choose which one I should open, but that didn't stop me from admiring the container's beautiful glowing appearance.
