Reynolds, George, and Yale all stared dumbly at the statue. They had been totally awed by this stone sculpture, and to their eyes, the five human shapes in the statue seemed to all have souls.
The image on the left, carried within it a soft, tender, vulnerable air that made anyone who saw it feel pity.
The second image one carried within it a cute, adorable air that stirred the hearts of viewers.
The third image seemed to be just like a real girl, who was blushing with shyness right in front of you.
…..
All five of the figures within this statue carried their own unique aura.
Linley stared at the statue, and as he did, he felt like he was seeing a fantasy. These five figures seemed to be figures from his dreams. But now, he had awoken.
“Linley.” Doehring Cowart walked over to him. His moon-white robe was still spotless, without a speck of dust.
Linley looked at Doehring Cowart.
