
“Mr. Rabbit… are these the Graces?”
They stood there, staring the drawing, for long minutes.
“I… think so, Max. I’ve never seen any depictions of them, aside the statues.”
Max didn’t know how to feel about it.
“They were human children… just like me?”
Meryl was silent. Their eyes ran across the drawing with a certain struggle.
They seemed to be trying to… remember.
Something long lost.