A floating ethereal woman, clad in white, called out, stretching her hand outward to Charlotte where she stood. She was in a trance, and everything around her was white bright light. Her reddened eyes peered desperately at the angelic woman. She felt that the woman in front of her would have a solution to her problem.
The goddess had the kindest smile Charlotte had ever seen. She finally descended before her.
"Please help," her weary voice sounded.
The woman, whose eyes were like flashes of light, gave her a warm smile as a scroll materialized in her hands.
"I can only deliver the riddle to you, Your help is in your hands."
She handed over the scroll to Charlotte and floated back a bit.
Charlotte hastily opened it, she couldn't comprehend the language in the scroll, but surprisingly she understood the context of the riddle.
