They reached a long corridor. Big windows opened vision to a small garden area.

“This is one of the many inner courtyards. When the weather was too bad that the Graces couldn’t leave outside (such as now), they would come here to spend their time, taking care of the Garden.”

It was an almost surreal vision. The windows were thick and multicolored, so to see the outside was kind of hard. But it was still possible to see the once beautiful… wait.

“Mr. Rabbit, how’s the Garden so good?”

Indeed, the Garden was beautiful. Perfectly taken care of, with no weeds or tall grass growing wildly, such as everything else on that world. But how? A place so well preserved… must’ve been work of someone’s hands, right?

But there wasn’t no one there.

Not in a thousand of years, at least.

“This is uncanny… I fear not being able to find an explanaton for this phenomena, Max, my boy.”

“are you sure? are you sure it isnt som MAJIK STUF”

“Damn, you are right, Meryl! From now on, let’s treat everything of dubious nature as some magic stuff. We shall find it less stressful.”

Didn’t really helped, though.

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