It was like sinking into a deep sleep in the bathtub, or like returning to the embrace of my mother in my childish years.
In a faint sense of security, Isabel felt her consciousness gradually sinking into the vast sea of nothingness.
She could still faintly sense the taste of Dream Intoxicant lingering in her mouth, slowly seeping from the depths of her throat to her nasal cavity.
Intermingled with the rich fragrance of wine were the fresh aromas of sesame and basil leaves, with an extremely distinct earthy taste.
——Just like chewing on the soil after a spring rain. Or like eating tender asparagus cooked in wine.
A thought like this suddenly sprang up in Isabel's mind, and she instinctively felt pleased for having found this metaphor.
When she awoke again, she found herself sitting in the third seat.
Isabel turned her head and saw that familiar figure in the first position——
