[Xanthea]
Nesryn called someone while I stayed in the foyer. Standing by the intricately designed arched window, I peered outside.
My brain identified as many plants and herbs as it could, matching the details and sketches I had seen in my mother’s books and diaries. But there were still a lot more plants I couldn’t identify.
I gasped, awestruck, gazing at the red butterfly. Its wings were as though made of thin slices of glowing red crystals with dark and gold patterns mixing gracefully with one another as it flapped its long-tailed wings. It was twice the size of a normal butterfly and a thousand times more beautiful and magical.
The butterfly fluttered past the window glass. I waved at it excitedly, as though it would wave back at me. Unaware of how sheepishly I was smiling, I could
