Vivian felt she slept for a very long, very comfortable time. In her memory, it had been forever since she had slept this soundly. There were no lingering headaches throughout the night, no need to constantly worry about suffocating, no longer fretting over whether she would see the sun rise the next day. All she had to do was close her eyes, go into the deepest sleep, let her brain, let her spirit rest in the best way, allowing her weary soul to rejuvenate in slumber.
In her deep sleep, Vivian seemed to have dreamt about a time she'd returned to when she was six years old, that last autumn she felt truly happy. She returned to this small courtyard stored in her memories, with a thick magic book in her hands, silently reading under the scrutinizing gaze of ordinary children like they would a monster, her chubby hands occasionally tracing patterns from the book in the air, fingertips occasionally emitting a lively burst of Elements.
