Taron guided us both to a certain place where the origin settles. The location was even deeper than the village.
Coldness started to creep from the tip of my finger down my toes as we go deeper.
"Here we are," Taron said.
My eyes glimmered in white snowy-like surroundings. Underwater mountain surrounded a deeper, that was in my point of view, a lake under a lake. The trees surrounding it don't seem unusual, but they look like they're somewhat dead.
"Is this... a lake?"
"It is," Taron answered. I couldn't keep my eyes away from it. As if it was calling me. "It's always like this here. But once in forty-nine years, flowers bloom and the ice melts. And among the many flowers that bloom, only one will bear the seed of life. All of the Seira's that lived here has been given that seed."
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