Isabel began in a quiet tone, "It's like a canvas that has only been outlined, giving a general impression. It's also like a piece of music with the rhythm, yet it lacks a 'theme'."
"Within or outside of the outline, there is only that kind of 'blankness' yet to be filled in. I know there is still much missing, but I just don't know how to start writing."
"...That really is an answer with an artistic touch."
"Sounds like something you would say," Aiwass commented.
Yet, it was unexpectedly fitting, he thought to himself.
Isabel closed her eyes slightly, stood erect, and recalled softly, "Those cities have no opera houses, no commercial centers, no museums, no universities. They lack alchemy shops, tall buildings like those of the Lohar Society. No meeting places like the Round Table Hall, and the size of the municipal centers is smaller than the villa I gave you.
