I feel dirty, wrong, immoral.
Invaded by those sensations, I manage to get out of the labyrinth, only to my disappointment it is not the end of these gardens—they’re far more extensive than I thought. This area is less dark, bathed in the silvery light of the moon. There is a small stone bench, and around it grows vegetation I have never seen before. It looks nothing like what grew in Nerathis. The lilac flowers I saw at the beginning of the maze now cover everything here. I step closer to admire them; from their center, like a cascading fountain, fall tiny droplets that shine as if they were diamonds. My fingers, driven by curiosity, stroke them, expecting them to be wet. They are solid and dry. For a moment I consider the possibility that they are actual diamonds. I shake my head—it’s i
